Javion Bishop - Old News

Stand up on my own two
Follow all my own rules
Heard you bragging bout a bitch
Allat shit is old news
Stand for what my mind think
Follow what my soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
Could've been a track star
Chasing down that school bus
Mama need to rest some more
Niggas had to make due
Old English letterman
Can't nobody tell me shit
Fuck bout what a teacher say
Drowning out the reverend
Stand up on my own two
Follow all my own rules
Heard you bragging bout a eighth
Allat shit is old news
Breaking down them swisher sweets
Moving up to Russian creams
Cooking up like every day
Tryna find the recipe
Stand for what my mind think
Follow what my soul do
Heard you moving on now
Shit gone make my heart blue
Hit me on my Snapchat
Don't come back to class yet
Dogs at my locker cause I
Hid it in my backpack
Stand up on my own two
Stand out from yo whole crew
Different since my first steps
All that shit is old news
Follow what my soul say
Write it how I want to
Tell it how I'm supposed to
Someday I'll be old news
Fuck bout what dem white folks
Feel about my songs
Javion, I don't bleed
I believe I'm a god, watch
Power in my palms now
Fingers to the laws now
Jesus wasn't slapping for me
Let me try Allah now
Stand up on my own two
Follow all my old rules
Heard you tryna free yo mind
Now they can't control you
Voices in my head now
Follow what my soul do
Heard you think the world done
Allat shit is old news
I'm all by myself now
Nigga, so I can't cry
Tryna do the right things
Always getting left out
I been through it all now
Shit done got me stressed out
Shit that make yo soul scream
Shit that make yo chest hot
It's old news I see it time and time again
See It's the flaw of human nature we consume and we pretend
The new facade we dawn today is something wicked from within
Rooted deeper than my overwhelming need to get revenge but I
Stand up on my own two
Follow all my old rules
Don't you let yo headflip
Allat shit is old news
Who you finna trust now
Who gone show you love now
Yea you tried to crash huh
You think they gone hold you
Stand up on my own two
Follow all my own rules
Heard you bragging bout a bitch
Allat shit is old news
Follow what the signs say
Follow what yo soul do
Gotta keep yo head cool
All this shit is old news
I need two Lamborghini's, one black, one white one
You boys should've never let Javion in the cypher
Stryker, more punchlines than MK or Street Fighter
My pen lightning, step out of retirement on you niggas like
I'm Shawn Michaels, Big Show stopper
See I was born in the wrong era
I'm wiping the floor witcho Big Poppa
A pig popper, The Devil's Son follower, TuPac-er
My name came from Shakur, this shit in my blood
I was born to be king
The great pretender, the stage actor, I'm tap dancing
Over instrumentals it's criminal how I crack at em
2100 Forever, I still remember every chance I ever took
And every flight I ever booked
Every record that I ever broke
I wasn't built to settle
Niggas know, I'm top dawg
And we was spinning Kendrick records like war songs
And streaming Drake videos on projectors
We was praying every day, and counting blessings
Then the world took us
And the story gets harsher
And roads we chose travel are consumed wit fog and
We burn the maps as an act of commitment now we lost in
This labyrinth of existence maybe I'm tripping
This blunt got me reminiscing on some old news
I get nostalgic when I'm puffing on this gas pack
Back when my money use to go to Wavy gas tank
And we would ride around the city wit the system cranked
We wasn't trippin bout a damn thing

Written by:
Bishop Pearsall, Quinton Jackson, Rmanie Davis, Yasaar Ellis

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