Old Dog

J. Cole & Petey Pablo

"Old Dog"

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Ring, ring, who the f**k is that?
It's a 9-1-0 number, so you know where niggas at (Ha)
N.C. State, 2-6 weight (Ha)
That's where I was runnin' plays (Yeah, nigga, 2-6, ha)
Let's get blazed, don't get sprayed (Y'know what I mean? But it's all sorts of bullsh*t in the Bull city, nigga)
That's where I was duckin' strays
Yeah (Carolina sh*t)

2-6 was the blueprint, yeah, it made me (Ha)
Old dog with some new tricks, atta baby (Ha)
No more record deal, yeah, I'm fresh up out of slavery (Yeah)

Uh, I'm back home for the time being
C-O-L-E, state of N.C., that's where you'll find me in
Right off of 95, we have a little town meeting
Down in the 'Ville, if you real, then you can chime me in
Now real don't mean that you got paper or you ride Benz
Or selling white to all yo' clients that don't mind skiin'
Now bein' real to me, you stand on what the f**k you do
We on the map, we ain't Atlanta, but we snuck on through
I had a plan, put on the land, I got accustomed to
It's so precarious, so much random niggas clutchin' tools
It's nothing new, they carry hammers into public schools
Heard- talkin' down, but then it's f**k him too
It's nothin' new, bitch, we been hated for a long while
Before I blew, bitch, we was known as the problem child
Of Carolina, bear in mind, we never had sh*t
But now the GOAT is from this bitch, so all that's past tense
We gas sh*t, nigga

2-6 was the blueprint, yeah, it made me (Ha)
Old dog with some new tricks, atta baby (Ha)
No more record deal, yeah, I'm fresh up out of slavery
Pay dues, now I want what's due, nigga, pay me

Carolina sh*t, ho, don't you forget (Ha)
Take yo' f**king shirt off and just swing it 'round this bitch
The money is a mindset if you already rich (Ha)
Take yo' f**king shirt off and just swing it 'round this bitch

Uh, I had to leave these green pine trees to get it
Said when I got it, I was gon' bring it back, bitch, and guess what? I did it, uh
Left in a Civic, uh, came back in a Lamb'
Feelin' like Tupac in Atlanta, bought me two plots of land
Somewhere to duck off with my fam, practice my jumpshot in my gym
They thinkin' I'm too big to come home 'cause I got the planet Earth in my hand, uh
Nigga, what? I'm on Bragg right now
FPD behind me, he runnin' my tags right now
I can't be too upset, they got a reason to check
This sh*t regular in New York, but the 'Ville ain't seen this yet
Now I'm gon' be who I'm gon' be regardless of the
Emblem that's drawn on the key, 'Ville nigga put on for N.C.
For somethin' that's hard to believe, shout out the dog Petey Pablo, he did that long before me
I just got home from a tour and I brought my partner with me
Let it run through freaks that stack they dollars
We learned it all on the streets in the V-I-L-L-E

Carolina sh*t, ho, don't you forget
Take yo' f**king shirt off and just swing it 'round this bitch
The money is a mindset if you already rich
Then take yo' f**king shirt off and just swing it 'round this bitch (Ha)

2-6 was the blueprint, yeah, it made me (Ha)
Old dog with some new tricks, atta baby (Ha)
No more record deal, yeah, I'm fresh up out of slavery (Ha)
Pay dues, now I want what's due, nigga, pay me

Nigga, pay me (Yeah, ha, Tiffany Pines, Fox Fire)
Pay ups, nigga (On my f**kin'- ha, hell yeah)
(Lewis Heights, Bonnie Doone) 'Ville sh*t, Carolina sh*t, nigga
(Bragg Boulevard, Grays Creek, ha) Rough Friday, goddamn Cove City
(Hope Mills Road, Murchison Road) Port city, nigga, west end
The Tre Four (Johnson Street), G Boro, Charlotte the big motherf**kin' up (Cumberland Road, Shaw Road)
Shoutout DaBaby, you feel me, yeah? (Greenville, Lumberton, Wilmington)
(All my boys in the west) Southeast
(South Carolina's next, motherf**ker) Southeast (Columbia, you know what I mean?)
It's the southeast (Charleston, goddamn Greenville)
It's the southeast (I done been all over this motherf**ker Florence)
Uh, it's the southeast (Sh*t)


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Chart History

Chart DatePosition
2026-02-2164

Peak Position: #64
Number of Weeks on Chart: 1