Houston Old Head
ASAP Rocky Lyrics

Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴ Line by Line Meaning ↴Smoking rolling reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up
Break it, break it down, break it down so I can beat it up
Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at? My sneaker tough
This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up
Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep
Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
Blowing money fast, now I'm finna think I'm Big Meech I met with my old head we sat for a while
We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while
I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time
He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind
Fine, there are bad days you feel like givin up
Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I don't give a fuck, roll another swisher up
Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house
And my beats banging kicking harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Now my old head old age bald head rogaine
Code red codeine, nose red cocaine
Pimpin' bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein
Gold chains afros platforms soul train
And he told me 'bout that rapping trapping in the old days
When pop homeboy Shock before that rat tat tat tat nose rings
And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings
And we sipping on something purpler than Soul Plane
We sip slow, slow swing, tip foes and chrome wings
Told me I should head home and do my own thang
Then I heard my phone rang, hold up that's my old dame
Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back
She said Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back
You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just don't come back flossin' cause that type of shit'll get you clapped

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight

Overall Meaning

The song Houston Old Head by ASAP Rocky reflects on the rapper's experiences and conversations with an old head, who advises him on life and the music industry. The first verse focuses on Rocky's love for rolling and smoking weed, while also mentioning his affinity for fashionable clothing brands like Bathing Ape, Jeremy Scott, and 10 Deep. He talks about wanting to make a lot of money, eventually feeling like Big Meech, and moving his mother into a nice house.

The second verse is a conversation between Rocky and the old head, who talks about the ups and downs of life. He advises Rocky to listen to him and not to trust fake friends who are only after money. The old head shares his own experiences, including his past as a pimp, his drug use, and his knowledge of the hip hop industry.

Overall, the song reflects on the importance of listening to elders and their advice, while also touching on themes of drug use, fashion, and achieving success.

Line by Line Meaning

Smoking rolling reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up
I'm smoking weed and making sure everything is good with my friends who are tweaking on drugs

Break it, break it down, break it down so I can beat it up
I need to break down the drugs so I can get high

Where the welcome back? Where the welcome at? My sneaker tough
I want to make a comeback and show off my new sneakers

This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up
This song is for the older generation who can appreciate it

Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet
People are wondering where I've been and I've been busy trying to make money

So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep
I want to spend my money on expensive fashion brands

Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
I'm drinking expensive Rosé while riding in a luxurious car

Blowing money fast, now I'm finna think I'm Big Meech
I'm spending money recklessly and feeling like a big shot

I met with my old head we sat for a while
I talked to my older mentor and we hung out together

We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while
We smoked cigars and talked for a while

I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time
I'm focused on my career and I visit Houston frequently

He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind
He asked how things have been going for me mentally in New York

Fine, there are bad days you feel like givin up
There are days when I feel like quitting

Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up
I worry about how I'll make a living when my career ends

When the chips is down and the jig is up
When things go wrong and I'm caught in a bad situation

But I don't give a fuck, roll another swisher up
But I don't care, I'll just smoke some more cigars and ignore my problems

Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out
I came to the South to sell drugs and make money

And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a town house
I want to move my mother to a nicer place closer to me

And my beats banging kicking harder than a roundhouse
My music is loud and powerful

I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
I talked to my mentor and learned something important

Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Life is difficult and unpredictable

Hoes want the money, money come and goes
People who only care about money will never be satisfied

Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
Friends can become enemies and some people are not genuine

If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
If you listen to the advice of older, wiser people, you'll be okay

Now my old head old age bald head rogaine
My mentor is older and bald, but he uses hair regrowth products

Code red codeine, nose red cocaine
He takes cough syrup with codeine and snorts cocaine

Pimpin' bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein
He has been a pimp since a long time ago, even before the popularization of Chinese food in America

Gold chains afros platforms soul train
He used to wear gold chains, big afro hairstyles, and platform shoes while dancing to Soul Train

And he told me 'bout that rapping trapping in the old days
He told me about how rapping and drug dealing used to operate in the past

When pop homeboy Shock before that rat tat tat tat nose rings
He talked about rappers and drug dealers before they had tattoos and nose rings

And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings
I am so high on drugs that it feels like I could grow wings and fly

And we sipping on something purpler than Soul Plane
We are drinking a purple drink that is even more intense than the movie Soul Plane

We sip slow, slow swing, tip foes and chrome wings
We are taking our time to drink slowly, while showing off our expensive cars

Told me I should head home and do my own thang
My mentor advised me to go back home and focus on my own personal goals

Then I heard my phone rang, hold up that's my old dame
Then I received a phone call from my ex-girlfriend

Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back
I answer the phone and we both express that we miss each other

She said Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back
She said that the neighborhood misses me and can't wait for me to return

You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
She recommends that I stop doing drugs and focus on my music career

Just don't come back flossin' cause that type of shit'll get you clapped
But she warns me not to come back to Harlem showing off my wealth, as it could lead to danger

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