Old Life - Radio Edit

I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
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 I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
 I cannot go back
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
 I cannot go back
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 (Yeah yeah)
 I was selling dimes (dimes)
 I was packing 9's (nines)
 If a n----a get caught lacking then its game time
 If a n----a want that action then I'm first in line
 Bust ya head open like it was a fresh lime (fresh lime yeah)
 Don't get caught lacking in the grift boy
 You get hit with the stick boy
 You a rich boy
 You gone get f--king licked boy with my new toy
 Imma hit you with that portal gun like I'm rick boy.
 I made my mind up I aint going back to that old stuff
 To that grift s--t
 Yeah ay
 I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
 I cannot go back
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
 I cannot go back
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
 I cannot go back
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 I made up my mind
 About a hundred times
 I cannot go back
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life
 To that old life