August Alsina – NOLA lyrics

Oh, oh
Oh, oh

Got n—– askin’ for the old me but they ain’t know me
You wouldn’t own this
Four walls couldn’t hold me
Lame n—- can’t control me
Everything that I ever did, I did it boldly
If I didn’t think it was for me
They’ll never make you [?]
And then it’s f— you like a old n—-
Anyway you want it, don’t give a damn, we could go n—-
Killin’ everything in my way
No play, play, I’ma go get ’em
Lost some n—– at the [?]
That I ended up and they won’t miss you
Family and friends gon’ miss you
Y’all don’t really want that n—-
Haul off, I just slap n—–
Don’t need a reason, I’m mad, n—–
Ayy, ayy, I’m wild n—-
If I don’t know you, I don’t smile with you
If you ain’t walk a mile in my shoes
I ain’t seen you shootin’ in the gym, n—-
Singin’ never made me soft, n—-
Never confuse me for them n—–

I ain’t never ran from nobody
‘Cause I ain’t never ran into a n—- who could feel me
Ten toes down, no backin’ down until you feelin’ me
You don’t wanna pull a hit, he got somethin’ that can clear this straight

I’m from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Where n—– murda, murda, murda, murda
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Them n—– from the [?] they shoot, they shoot you

Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases (Yeah)
Strip club gettin’ fake love from the hoe with the a–, be basic (Yeah)
Studio gettin’ f—– up, on the Ciroc, no chasin’ (Yeah)
Poppin’ me about two-four, six-eight Percs to the face then (Oh)
Poppin’ Xans just to turn it down
Walking ’round lookin’ dumbfound
Lookin’ for something to take down
Really don’t matter I’m numb now
Nothin’ to stop me from runnin’ down on a n—- (Down, down, down)
Dumping rounds at a n—- (Dumping rounds at a n—-)
Locked up with a life sentence (Oh, oh)
You don’t mind, I don’t visit
You rockin’ T-shirt of your [?]
The judge still ain’t gon’ listen
You n—– still watchin’ for the [?] get ’em
It’s gon’ be Hell on Earth, when you see that a n—- don’t care about s—
And I go off the deep end
My AK and just [?] s—
Is that what you want?
Is that what you want? (Yeah)
So you can turn up (Turn up)
When I put out a new song (New song)
So when I f— up
Documentary on lifetime
Sayin’ that I was a mad man, caught up in the lifestyle
If you knew the old me like my friend
You would tell me what they say
Keep changin’, we don’t want him
Keep that guy in your past
[?] we don’t want that
Progress is a process
We don’t want you to relapse
The young n—– want the old thing back

Young n—- from the NOLA, NOLA, NOLA
Honestly I don’t want that
Oh he murda, murda, murda