NOLA lyrics

[Intro]
(Yeah) Uh-huh
NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Ayy
(Yeah) Uh-huh
NOLA, NOLA, ayy

[Verse 1]
Got n*ggas askin' for the old me
But they ain't know me, we wasn't homies
Four walls couldn't hold me
Nann n*gga could control me
Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly
If I didn't think you was for me
Then that would make you a foe
And then it's f*ck you like a ho, n*gga
Anyway you want it, don't give a damn, we could go, n*gga
Killin' everything in my way
No play, play, I'ma go and get 'em
Know some n*ggas out the Ninth Ward
That'll aim it up and they won't miss you
Family and friends gon' miss you
Y'all don't really want that n*gga
Haul off and just slap n*ggas
Don't need a reason, I'm mad, n*ggas
Ayy, ayy, I'm wild, n*gga
If I don't know you, I don't smile with you
If you ain't walk a mile in my shoes
I ain't seen you shootin' in the gym, n*gga
Singin' never made me soft, n*gga
Never confuse me for them n*ggas
[Pre-Chorus]
I ain't never ran from nobody
'Cause I ain't never ran into a n*gga who put fear in me
Ten toes down, no backin' down until you feelin' me
You don't wanna pull a heat
Got somethin' that can clear the street

[Chorus]
I'm from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Where n*ggas murder, murder, murder, murder
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Them n*ggas from the boot, they shoot, they shoot you

[Verse 2]
Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah)
Strip club, gettin' fake love from the ho with the ass who basic (Yeah)
Studio, gettin' f*cked up on the Ciroc, no chasers (Yeah)
Poppin' me about two, four, six, eight Percs to the face then (Oh)
Couple Xans just to turn it down
Walking 'round, lookin' dumbfounded
Lookin' for somethin' to take down
Really don't matter, I'm numb now
Nothin' to stop me from runnin' down on a n*gga (Down, down, down)
Dumpin' rounds at a n*gga (Dumpin' rounds at a n*gga)
Locked up with a life sentence (Oh, oh)
You don't write and don't visit
You rockin' T-shirts saying "Free Aug'"
The judge still ain't gon' listen
You n*ggas still wishin' for the old me, but gon' bail out when you get him
It's gon' be Hell on Earth when you see that a n*gga don't care about sh*t
And I go off the deep end with AK and just air out sh*t
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want? (Yeah)
So you can turn up (Turn up)
When I put out a new song (New song)
So when I f*ck up, doc*mentary on Lifetime
Sayin' that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle
If you knew the old me like my friend
You would tell me what they say
Keep changin', we don't want him
Keep that guy in your past (I said we don't want that)
Progress is a process (We don't want you to relapse)
The young n*ggas want the old thing back
[Outro]
Young n*gga from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Honestly, I don't want that
Oh, he murder, murder, murder