Time - Plastic 40's

Yeeeaaaah
Ayo, aint nothin better
Than after a long day at work, or any day really if you just chillin'
Than hittin up the corner store
And getting an ice cold 40 from the freezer out the back man
Yall niggaz know my style, nothin but Olde English man
But yo, one day I walk up in the store and they aint have my shit
I'm sittin there like

Plastic Olde English? Yo, what the fuck is this shit
I can't get with this like rockin' skinny jeans up in this bitch
Y'all fuckin up the gameplan, gimme the glass bottle
A bag of chips, three dutches, and a scratch-off lotto
Fuck you mean this the new shit, shit look like some Gatorade
Plus the mouth to wide, y'all niggas better quit playin'
It don't even taste the same, plus it get warm too fast
New shit ain't always better, sometimes its straight ass

They tell me, get with the times, stop livin' in the past
Fuck that, suck my dick, this new shit is straight trash
Olde English out the glass bottle, take another swallow
Look around at this plastic shit and I feel hollow
What the fuck happened? No really, what's goin on?
Shits silly and yall muhfuckaz is not alarmed
It started with plastic 40's then it moved to the blunts
I can't even buy a White Owl in a tube if I want
Niggas rockin skinny jeans and still sagging they shit
Ya'll drip aint shit, that's a literal tight fit
But ay do you I need room for my nuts nigga
I take another swig of that malt liquor with vigor
I don't really fuck with craft beers, them shits taste weird
I done drank so many 40s, niggas swore that's my career
King Cobra, Colt 45 and even Schlitz
But Olde English ol' reliable, that shit'll keep me blitzed
For years I was never sober, never had a hangover
I knew which stores on what day would keep they freezer colder
I'ze jus tryna to meet my quota getting fucked up every day
Once I seen the plastic bottles I knew things was finna change
Look at the NBA - no hand checks or hard fouls
Niggas don't compete they form super teams for rings now
No heart, no hustle, except for Russell Westbrook
Lebron aint the next Jordan - How Kobe get overlooked?
Shiiiiit back in the day they was brawlin on the court
Players had passion even though it's all for sport
I'm puzzled like what the hell as I guzzle my drink
Past the pyramid now I marinate as I think
Even Star Wars sequels aint capture the same magic
They killed Luke and Han Solo for what? The shit is tragic
I guess it's all plastic cuz its eazy to recycle
Glass bottles more authentic, fake shit that aint my style
I'm glad Dragonball came back, that shit was Super
But the fights were too short, I hope it changes in the future
The Tournament of Power should've been 300 Episodes
And Goku Black should be a reoccurring foe
I'm bout halfway through the label now and feelin kinda tipsy
Let me talk to you and spit some facts, come kick it wit me
I'm the type of brotha posted up outside the bar
40 in a brown bag dumpin guts out a cigar
Go 'head, run up ya tab, I'm payin like 5 dollars
And aebody wanna holla once they smell the marijuana
I'm comfortable, chillin on a curb right on the street
Blastin NaS, AZ, WU, Bone and Mobb Deep
Sup wit these lil niggas? I guess some of 'em cool
Too many dyin' off these drugs, they're dying to look cool
All I need is some weed and a 40 in my hand
Fuck all them other drugs, shit is not a good look fam
I aint tryna preach I'm just keepin it real
I just feel like muhfuckas tryna re-invent the wheel
Like the Air Force One's, real ones got the circle tag
They changed them to rectangles now that shit made me mad
You can't even buy authentic COOGI sweaters no more
I hit the mall just to walk right in and out the stores
And look our money, I gotta say its odd to me
How the bills got the same colors schemes as Monopoly
Even video games got reduced in their quality
Bonus characters and levels? Now that's paid DLC
These companies be leavin' content out on purpose
And they don't give a fuck cuz we keep makin' that purchase
Sometimes I feel like weed don't even hit that strong
The other day I faced two blunts - I wasn't even gone
Taco Bell took the double X - L off the menu
They lost me as customer how food get discontinued?
Arbys use to have five for five roast beefs
The same meal is five for 10 now I don't even wanna eat
I'm down to the last corner of my fourty ounce now
I got like three swigs left before I put this shit down
Movie makers runnin' outta ideas they doin remakes
Methinks, I'm glad I still got my VHS Tapes
And all of what I said? It aint even the half
See, this new plastic shit got nothing on old glass
Fuck these plastic fourty bottles, the quality much lower
I finish my last sip, so with that its all over
But fuck it on the real, its constant that things change
And that's for better or for worse, sometimes it's just strange
Well, that's it for me, thanks for letting me rap witcha
Just one more thing, let me help you get the picture
Malt liquor the gold elixir I don't let a drop waste
You talkin shit - I'll shatter this glass and slash your fuckin' face

That's just how it is man
That old classic, glass bottle shit man? That shit was Built to last
This new plastic shit? Its eazy to recycle, it comes and goes real quick bruh
I know don't nothin last forever but I don't even wanna consume this shit no more bruh
Fuck it

Written by:
Timothy Davis

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