Isaiah James - OLDSOUL lyrics

[Intro] Hey, yo turn the mic up some Yeah, that's good, yeah that's good [Verse 1] Mama call me prophet I mean look at my namesake Spittin' raw in spite of my flaws I know that I ain't great Sharing my soul, my anxieties, and memories Righteous man full of love Hope that's how they remember me Step in my world, you'll see that it's a different way I probably sound repetitive Man quit being so negative If it always seems the same it's cause the truth don't change Hey yo I'm looking for the one, my brother keep the change [?] Never want these hoes on my dick Their attention's a trick My girl need to bring out my best Not try and have me slip You think them selfies gon' cure your insecurities Its just a username that don't mean that that's your identity And while I'm spillin' I've been talking to my birth father I'd be lying if I said they're ain't resentment being harbored [?] And I found my little brother, come to find he's 14 It's overwhelming, feel like it's too late to be in the scene Maybe not, maybe so, try and find some direction Show me the yellow brick road Put persistence in my bones Yeah, cause I'm running out of patience As well as motivations Still I find inspirations to Paint pictures that'll last throughout the centuries Committed to the people So I'm all about the quality These girls overrated Just pics that people have naked I prefer somebody that get my mind naked And soul elated [Hook] Old soul, tell me what it means It mean possessions no obsessions I prefer to feel connections And I know my imperfections Cause I'm always introspectin' Steady pensive, I was born to be expressive Look [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Who is you? Telling me who I am You don't bother to know me So don't be acting like you understand I'm trying to build on that rock Keep the peace, not a Glock You trying to have a good time? I know a couple spots But back to the point, I'm trying to shift the culture I'm hoping that they notice I ain't part of all the commotion [?] Starting at the bottom with problems and empty pockets So I cling to the lord, promised that I won't be forgotten And don't be telling me that things could be worse We all got our own struggles, don't tell me what shouldn't hurt When you're feeling off, so weak You'll be wiping lots of tears from your eyes I look to the skies, and think about the prize, but I refocus and come back to the moment I'm finna' own it It's a lot on my brain, that's why my music is loaded This is my canvas so I'll paint what I'll please Old soul, that's who I'll be Until the day I decease