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Lyrics August Alsina - Nola

Nola, Nola, Nola, Nola
Nola, Nola

Got niggas askin' for the old me, but they ain't know me
We wasn't homies
Four walls couldn't hold me
Nann nigga could 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 a thug
And then it's fuck you like a hoe, nigga
Anyway you want it, don't give a damn, we could go nigga

Killin' everything in my way
No play, play, I'ma go and get 'em
Lost some niggas at the one
That I ended up and they won't miss you
Family and friends gon' miss you
Y'all don't really want that, nigga

Haul off, I just slap niggas
Don't need a reason, I'm mad, niggas
Ayy, ayy, I'm wild niggas
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, nigga
Singin' never made me soft, nigga
Never confuse me for them niggas

I ain't never ran from nobody
'Cause I ain't never ran into a nigga who put fear in 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 niggas murda, murda, murda, murda
I know you heard, you heard, you heard, you heard of
Them niggas from the boot they shoot, they shoot you

Want me to go back to the felonies and the cases
Strip club gettin' fake love from the he's with the ass, be basic
Studio gettin' fucked up, on the Ciroc, no chasers
Poppin' me about two-four, six-eight Percs to the face then
Couple Xans just to turn it down
Walkin' '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 nigga (Down, down, down)
Dumpin' rounds at a nigga (Dumpin' rounds at a nigga)
Locked up with a life sentence
You don't mind, I don't visit

You rockin' T-shirt saying "Free Aug'"
The judge still ain't gon' listen
You niggas still wishin' for the old me to go down, you Ghetto
It's gon' be Hell on Earth, when you see that a nigga don't care about shit
And I go off the deep end

With AK and just air out shit
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 fuck 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
(I said we don't want that)
Progress is a process
(We don't want you to relapse)
The young niggas want the old thing back

Young nigga from the Nola, Nola, Nola
Honestly, I don't want that
Oh, he murda, murda, murda