The Past... (Intro)

Aye
I'm stuck thinking bout my past
Learned every lesson I ain't never skipped a class
I was down, prolly down to my last
Sick of fake love throwin bricks at a glass
Like damn, how can I live like this?
Outside looking in tell em get like this
Better get your weight up
You ain't built like this
(better get your weight up, you ain't built like this)
I'm a stone cold stepper
Stay up in your time frame
Applying pressure to they head like a migraine
I loved football but that's when my mind changed
Four surgeries and that's when the grind came
I was stuck up in the bed and I couldn't go
So I picked up a pen and I start to flow
If I didn't take a chance then I wouldn't know
I was thinking in my head likeI gotta blow
Damn, look how that turned out
BET in two years, I'm feeling like the first out
Niggas playing catch up
Watch that gas burn out
I'm tellling niggas if they showing up, they better show out



Credits
Writer(s): Larry Wells Jr
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