[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"]
Nickel Nine, my boy Tierre Diaz [?]
Don't you hate when motherfuckers
They act like they don't like evolution
They act like they don't wanna see a n***a grow
They be like, yo, Tierre, why don't you you just
Do that shit you used to do?

[Verse 1: Tierre Diaz]
Heard you want that overkill, [?] with the motor skills
Most can chill, frigid flow, Harlem shake a show to steal
Frozen in place, you know I'm a goat in this day
And every other plenty covered going [?] today
Hoping and prayin' you cope with the slayin' I'm focusin' lane
Vocals down with the goat, you know I'm soakin' the game
And I wrote this [?] so comprehend, fictitious bitches copyin' it
Whilst n***as with the poppin' image tend to pen 'em sloppy [?]
(Kill 'em) It's a hot [?] was my beginning
Killa's world was my revealing, [?] that I be getting
Hungry for my hobbyists, yes I became a god with this shit
Lobbying for my resistance, don't risk it, bitch, I'm relentless
Anybody, I'm ready to body, definitive line to the last [?]
Independent with a passionate knack to surpass my last sentence
You bad pitchin', I'm bat flippin'
There go got some bad tempers, start rushin' like it's last minute
[Chorus]
You know we back (You know we back)
Can't hold me back (Can't hold me back)
They want the old us, the old me, the old D
I know what you want
Killa, killa, bad, bad, killa, killa, bad, bad
Killa, killa, bad, bad, killa, killa, bad, bad
Said they want the old us, the old me, the old D
Be careful what you ask for

[Verse 2: Royce Da 5'9"]
Lyrics are never the point of contention when shit is considered boom bap
N***as seriously one n***a who made boom bap
It ain't like I done grown too fast
How many raps I gave you high on [?] in a rhinestone durag
I stop talkin' awesome, you drop me say I ain't growin'
Therefore I'm Sauce Walka, you stop me, but I ain't goin'
Fell out with every team, my allegiance is to my health
Longevity is all I'm competing with is myself
What in the fuck would you say if let's say I roll switch
And they wanted the old you, you say play my old shit
Same way that I do, the flame steak is wagyu
You can mind the artist, but you can't change the module
Anecdotal sayings are forever dangerous
[?] artists stay the same for your entertainment
Pay your dues with transparency and mail the payment
You know who's guaranteed to lose? He who never changes
[Chorus]
You know we back (You know we back)
Can't hold me back (Can't hold me back)
They want the old us, the old me, the old D
I know what you want
Killa, killa, bad, bad, killa, killa, bad, bad
Killa, killa, bad, bad, killa, killa, bad, bad
Said they want the old us, the old me, the old D
Be careful what you ask for

[Verse 3: Tierre Diaz]
I'm more than ready to swarm on the ordinary
The more to step on with shovels, the more to bury
We can simplify it and still send 'em flyin'
I'm gettin' sicker with time, with every tick we climbin'
Elevating, going up like it's noon time
True styles dwindling, n***as switching like futons
I pause the conscious [?] monster and caused the problems
[?] stomp 'em I'm violent with these [?], partner
[?] aggression with every blessing, but yet
People will question that Killa T arise from the dead
But he never left, you so-so, but I'm fresh to death
Get your man out of here and [?] your best
Killa T, [?] Motor City mass rap
Know that we need hazmats, bloody in the track and
It's [?] and 5'9", and I'm back, dog
Slash on the track raw, careful what you ask for
[Chorus]
You know we back (You know we back)
Can't hold me back (Can't hold me back)
They want the old us, the old me, the old D
I know what you want
Killa, killa, bad, bad, killa, killa, bad, bad
Killa, killa, bad, bad, killa, killa, bad, bad
Said they want the old us, the old me, the old D
Be careful what you ask for

[Outro: Royce Da 5'9"]
And that's how I feel, my n***a
Motherfuckers always asking for shit
Like we work for them
I always say, yo, we are not employees of the people
We employees of the artform
But do be careful what you ask for
'Cause you just may get it like Burger King
Royce Da 5'9" with Tierre Diaz, on God
Love and respect, yeah
You ask for