Back When (Also Michael Keys)
Back when I was sellin dope
Back when I was sellin hope
Face to face we never spoke
Age progress regret let go
Fear is weak and anger shows
Kill them softly with this song
Back when Real wasn't so low
Back when Real could move along
Back when fat is all I know
Single mom is all I know
Kids picked on me made me a joke
Brush it off they oh so low
Beanthe me lies my only home
If I loved you I promise I've moved on
God please spite Lucy from my soul
Trust in you to fill the hole
Back when I was bmg to hoes
Now I'm Myke d to hoes
Know when it's real when the gov come out
Yeah baby girl you a ten but ya friends a ounce
I'm tired of the rest
Back when a nigga heard a voice in his head
No back when I turned to foward instead
Movin forward again
Moving forward begin
340 I dropped that shit
We can get the gloves you flip
Say somethen eat a dick
Comein home bitch you sick
Still tight shaq in a Buick
So fluent bitch is what wish
Aka my ego bitch
Or an ice cream bitch
Known she bring the cream
Envolve me to become pristine
Then I'll annote you to a queen
Forward striking like a match
Flames within me zodiac
Up all night insomniac
Tom Brady I quarterback
All the hope people let go
Never spoke money lay low
Age progress regret hell no
Back when I was sellin dope
Still saw homies hit the slopes
Yeah you real a whole as joke
Fear is weak and anger gone
Whisper goals shout my faults
Kill them softly with this song
Don't move the same so you move on
Back when I was sellin hope
Face to face we never spoke
Age progress regret let go
Fear is weak and anger shows
Kill them softly with this song
Back when Real wasn't so low
Back when Real could move along
Back when fat is all I know
Single mom is all I know
Kids picked on me made me a joke
Brush it off they oh so low
Beanthe me lies my only home
If I loved you I promise I've moved on
God please spite Lucy from my soul
Trust in you to fill the hole
Back when I was bmg to hoes
Now I'm Myke d to hoes
Know when it's real when the gov come out
Yeah baby girl you a ten but ya friends a ounce
I'm tired of the rest
Back when a nigga heard a voice in his head
No back when I turned to foward instead
Movin forward again
Moving forward begin
340 I dropped that shit
We can get the gloves you flip
Say somethen eat a dick
Comein home bitch you sick
Still tight shaq in a Buick
So fluent bitch is what wish
Aka my ego bitch
Or an ice cream bitch
Known she bring the cream
Envolve me to become pristine
Then I'll annote you to a queen
Forward striking like a match
Flames within me zodiac
Up all night insomniac
Tom Brady I quarterback
All the hope people let go
Never spoke money lay low
Age progress regret hell no
Back when I was sellin dope
Still saw homies hit the slopes
Yeah you real a whole as joke
Fear is weak and anger gone
Whisper goals shout my faults
Kill them softly with this song
Don't move the same so you move on
Credits
Writer(s): Myke Dubosh
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