Paul White - Side A (Old) lyrics

[Verse 1] In the kitchen, oven open for the heat Got my young, light skinned ho rolling up the tree Wearing jackets in the house, it's a Michigan winter Boiling water on the stove, Ramen noodles for dinner Dope fiends out the halfway house and they still sniffing Homie mommy's 50, smoking and still tricking Still talking sh** with this loosie I'm a**-licking See my breath when I talk, but n***a, I ain't tripping Landlord is, the n***a tryna put us out Selling all the samples, can't afford to give 'em out Just copped a half track, see my n***a tryna get it Standing on the baseline, Scottie Pippen pivot Needles in they arms just to keep the lights on sh**, f** around, be on hardcore pawn Tryna get this sh** off, the window, we snuck in Won't live for anything, but might die for nothing [Hook] They want that old Danny Brown To bag up and sell a whole pound Might have to go and get my braids back Matter of fact, go and bring them AK's back [Verse 2] In the Cutty same color as steak sauce Eyeballed the work, but was just a .8 off Vet in the game, first seed in the playoffs Meet me at the Coney, gotta get this weight off Balmains fitting like a n***a went swimming in 'em I'm waxed and I'm shining, hardwood floor who*e want it hardcore, squirt it on her jaw Looking at the who*e like "What you came here for?" Linwood n***a, heat on him, no stash box Turn a g**ner's bandana to a rag top Old head, dope fiend, cooking up the yay Young boys'll shoot your face for them Cartiers Came a long way taking three for a nick' Cop an 8 ball, tryna stack for the zip Now I'm in the rap game, verse worth a brick Fiends lining up for a hit of this sh** (And I reps that sh**, right now and forever) [Hook]