Old Fashion lyrics

I was told to come back home
Never movements on my own
Spreadin' my bread for the folks
How you gon’ b*tch 'bout life you chose
Everyone got some junk in the [?]
[?]
Everyone walk tip-toe
She tryna pry, deep throat
No see, not me
They do the most

I will never faded
I'm the fated
By the sequence of the seasons
All my demons
How they treat ’em
I believe 'em
Caught me weezin'
By a petty b*tch
[?]
Motherf*ckers need no nothing
Half these f*cks get to bluffing
Sell my jewels for the hungry
[?] Talk talks, swear that they love me
I press that sh*t in her tummy, yummy
Motherf*ckers steady, go dummy
In my dash, you don't count that money
Eight feet deep in the dirt mean nothing
Why you so sad?
Why the f*ck you running?
Why you so bad?
Should [?] this from me
Blame for the name
Now you hate me honey?
Just cause it made me nothing
Please shut the f*ck up
I ain't got the funds up
So why the f*ck they trust us?
f*ckers [?] like stand up
Talk soul like they have some
You the same as the next one after
[?] me like a dancer
She rub a band like a stretcher
Fam in the city, that's my space
My fam look pretty in pink
My fam make moves out of state
My hands been formed by the day
Why you [?] on me when I show face
Two scripts, too free like a head case
She poppin' a few like a sedate
But he pass on these f*ckers like a mixtape

Don't try to speak on it b*tch
You not a ditch, you can suck a di*k
f*ckin’ slapped with the petty sh*t
Life got you by the pus*y, prick

I don’t wanna go outside
All I seen been talk in an overbite
You afraid of yourself in the overnight
If I ain't stressed then my life ain’t hittin' right
Then my life ain't hittin' right, yuh
I don’t wanna go outside
All I seen been talk in an overbite
You afraid of yourself in the overnight
If I ain't stressed then my life ain't hittin' right