Rimo Gg - Old Ways (Rimo and Ladi)

Old ways ain't gon get you that gold chain
I got more rings, more pay, no pain
Old ways ain't making Ps, don't stay the same
I make change, throw more bands, don't speak the same
Yeah, ohh
I put my old ways out
Grinding again, ain't no days off
I put my old ways down
Fly as a kite imma take off
I put my old ways out
I ain't just trying to stay subtle
I put my old ways down
Over my old ways now

Gonna get it I'm ready, ha
Block hot the bag heavy, ya
Blow through yellow chevy, far
Hit the gas, I go steady yeah
You wanna play, the game ready
I ball hard, I play Messi
Sick flows got me dizzy
Don't tell me take it easy
Cause I make the move
There's not much else that I can put my mind to
Don't mean to be rude
But your flow used, need to recycle too
I don't like to lose, so my plans tight, it don't need to be loose
I take a chance, and if I blow up then I'm taking my fam
Watch how you talk cause I'm wearing a crown
And I'm king of the hill and you all bowing down
I get some many enemies, ops in the town
You don't get what I say so
I'm breaking it Down
So many many frenemies, up in my crib
You don't like how I like how I live so I think you should leave
Don't want that "less" I be going fore more
If my Lambo' not black then I'm scrapping it too
I made a choice
Imma be rich gonna be nobodies boy
I got some new toys
If she play with a stick
Then she gets a new toy
No need to be coy
We chill chill, you can turn up your voice
I got that new Royce
And if my wraith red, you gon match it no choice

Old ways ain't gon get you that gold chain
I got more rings, more pay, no pain
Old ways ain't making Ps, don't stay the same
I make change, throw more bands, don't speak the same
Yeah, ohh
I put my old ways out
Grinding again, ain't no days off
I put my old ways down
Fly as a kite imma take off
I put my old ways out
I ain't just trying to stay subtle
I put my old ways down
Over my old ways now

Soul train, gold chain, that's plain Jane
My whole crew go insane, hood niggas on a soul plane
Work work nigga, don't play
Got grind nigga just to stay sane
Split a brick, save the whole thing
Balling hard I got 10 rings
I just want all the fine things
Yeah
Grinding hard got me Chevy
Making this paper so steady
Pour me the brown cause it's Henny
I'm on the grass like machete
Convertible Lamborghini
Get what You want like a Gini
I just pulled up in Beamer
Making a hundred plus VAT
I am just playing my part
Running the streets like a track (I ran)
Cardio pocket still fat (so fat)
I just got paid in advance (real cash)
I just put cash in my hands (that's mad)
Boy I'm feeling like a saint
See I'm moving to a range
Love me so much that I got me a tat
Not gonna go if I'm going out sad
I'm in the game and moving real mad
I'm getting lit, I'm getting lit
Yeah uh
Bringing the heat yeah uh
Giving the D yeah uh
Smoking the trees yeah up
Rinse and repeat

Old ways ain't gon get you that gold chain
I got more rings, more pay, no pain
Old ways ain't making Ps, don't stay the same
I make change, throw more bands, don't speak the same
Yeah, ohh
I put my old ways out
Grinding again, ain;t no days off
I put my old ways down
Fly as a kite imma take off
I put my old ways out
I ain't just trying to stay subtle
I put my old ways down
Over my old ways now

Written by:
Ladi Garrick, Wisdom Eromosele

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