YGIII lyrics
by Gleason
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Verse 1]
They want the old Gleason back, I guess I’ve been rapping too PG
Cos I don’t spill the tea but I still take the p*ss like a bladder disease (hahah)
My flows are only getting better with time, that’s what I call the vintage rhyme
Vintage flow but it’s way past the 80’s, flow going crazy like a mental asylum
“Lock him up and throw away the key, that’s what he deserves for lying”
That’s what you pricks sound like when you diss my style-ing
Like Kim Kardashian with a 9 inch knife, chasing you down the street cos you stole her wife
It ain’t straight murder, I have to play with it like playing with food with a fork and knife
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Verse 2]
Old Gleason’s dead
Now it’s time to refresh your head
Blood spill outta your nose and it’s red
Cos I uppercut you with my head and
Innovative, so creative
Nowadays I gotta change the flow
Nowadays I gotta change my style
f*ck that, look at my Genius Profile
I’ve been rapping longer than butchers, you hoes wild
My bars kick harder than spice, your sh*t is mild
Young Gleason 2 and I promise it’s still as vile
Yeah I promise it’s the hardest sh*t I’ve ever dropped in a while
[Chorus]
They want the old Gleason back?
Lyrics straight to the heart attack
Bringing it straight to black like Barack
Dent your head with a crack, cause
[Outro]
They want the old Gleason back?
They can check out my WhatsApp
I’ve been doing this sh*t for years
And I don’t talk anymore smack
But you can still give me a slap
With your parents heart attack
As I smoke the best like it’s crack
I promise I won’t check my back like-