Chefboy Tyree - Chefboy Tyree - Old Life Lyrics

I made up my mind

About a hundred times

I made up my mind
About a hundred times
I cannot go back
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life

I made up my mind
About a hundred times
I cannot go back
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life

(yeah yeah)

I was selling dimes (dimes)
I was packing 9's (nines)
If a nigga get caught lacking then its game time
If a nigga want that action then I'm first in line
Bust ya head open like it was a fresh lime (fresh lime yeah)
Don't get caught lacking in the grift boy
You get hit with the stick boy
You a rich boy
You gone get f*cking licked boy with my new toy
Imma hit you with that portal gun like I'm rick boy.

I made my mind up I aint going back to that old stuff
To that grift shit
Yeah ay

I made up my mind
About a hundred times
I cannot go back
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life

I made up my mind
About a hundred times
I cannot go back
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life

I made up my mind
About a hundred times
I cannot go back
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life

I made up my mind
About a hundred times
I cannot go back
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life
To that old life