{Hook} On my way back Watchin' all the fiends I move past Gold Grills Old Chevys Faded Tatts Leather comfort leaned back Poppin' bottles to the emcee lace tracks [Verse One - Rich Adam] 'Coz it's some old school sh** Same sh** gettin' lit Like f** a fake b**h Ion want it Old fruit, new bruises & rumors provided ba*tards chase the cake & they sign it & I'm selfish ya'll & I came straight for your neck Servin' up my own dish b**h no respect Better make your escape before it's too late Get up caught up like the Nixon watergate Checking my wrist 'coz you're ticking outta time Gun you down 'coz I'ma get my mine Dollars to dimes Coz it's a cruel world Hot girls Old rhymes Cold facts Bussin' while they move back [Verse 2 Rapper Realc] Reminisce like yesterday Flossin' chokers now its iced Some like a dream Can I live it? Yea that's true Masculating and Heatpackin' motivatin' my ego Alterin' my weakness now I drop that sick flow I told myself I'ma make it and swallowed up that f**in Mission statement: For better or for worse I'ma get it ‘em fiends I gotta let go ‘em b**hes I can't settle for Focused on 'em fishes it ain't no Future I can move that dope! Measuring my success from a Pound to Pound Back then I flirt up with the hoodrats now its models in arms Land like Blow!!! (echo) Low-keys surely have to get down huh? I left with book of rhymes now I'm back with the sound (one!)