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E-Roc - Old Thing Back lyrics

(Hook: eROC)
She want that old thing back
She want that old thing back
She want that old thing back
And I'mm give it to ya, give it to ya
She want that old thing back
She want that old thing back
She want that old thing back
And I'mm give it to ya, give it to ya

(Verse: eROC)
Now the sun don't shine forever
But as long as it's here then we made as well shine together
Hip-hop forever, you never seen a hotter fella since '03 Roc-A-Fella
Man what you know about making 50 beats a week
50 grand to pop, none of that for lease
Narks need a leash cause that n***a a beast
Come summertime we flooding up the streets
n***as for slave for that income no outcome
How you got a platnum wrist with gold albums?
Baby girl asked me "When you getting signed?"
But I don't need no deal, I'll do it without one

(Bridge: eROC)
She don't feel they vibes no more
She don't no tingle in the spot no more
She don't feel no soul in they beats no more
So she don't wanna hear that weak sh** no moore

(Hook)
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(Verse: Matt Narks)
My, first, album, had no guest appearances
The outcome, I'm crowned the best lyricist
My mindset militant, You know that i'm k**ing it
I know you feeling this, I'm high as the ceiling is
She said "Narks I don't need trap, I need that real sh**"
Told her "Baby girl, don't worry, you gon' feel this"
Whole team stunting, we busing just like a field trip
Me and eROC about to hit the k** switch
Running tracks, my track pants Adidas
Finally realized that the rap game need us
Now the youngin' gotta big head like a fetus
And I multiplied my bread like Jesus
Fishes and loathes, my whole team itching to blow
You living to die, I'm living to grow
Roll with me, switching the flow
Old Biggie, kick in the door
Old Diddy, take em back, I'ma give em the soul
And tell em East coast back
Man these lines so easy these, free throw raps
I don't need your daps, I just speak those facts
Rather count blessing, nah I don't need those stats
Who i'm kidding I need Migo raps
But I ain't spitting Migo raps
I just eat on tracks
Now the old heads feeling it, youngings gon' be stealing it
Either way, you gon' get this work, like a syllabus

(Hook)

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