Won't Believe
You won't believe what I been through
When everybody that's in front of you just turn they back
These Cartiers that I see through
And I ain't never have plans of looking so far back
It was me and t col beggin at the amoco
Whole summer wit no money but we made it doe
Monte Carlo full of hollows and a bag of dope
We Made it last ain't have no cash see all we had was hope
You See I Grew up in the trenches I ain't no project baby
Da way I run around these streets think the projects made me
I Pour a 6 up in a liter to get high not lazy
See I'm just glad ain't none of my past den made me had no baby
Cuz I know
Dat des bitch want my cash
Ah NO
I want throat baby not ass
I know
Sometimes I can be an ass
Cuz I talk shit and get it out and blame it on da past
I know
These tennis chain around my neck show I got racks now
Free 50k 2 times a hunnit he be back down
Ain't been in saks so long but I swear I'm in my bag now
I came so far everybody in my past look mad now
I could never give a fuck
If I ain't leave dem bitches prolly set me up
Das why I got faith in nothing but God and gun
Team on my back look like a feather weigh a ton
Me being here is a miracle
Here my voice up on des beats dat shit sound spiritual
I remember a nigga wanted to put me on the fucking news
Until he made the fucking news
It took us like a day or two
You won't believe what I been through
When everybody that's in front of you just turn they back
These Cartiers that I see through
And I ain't never have plans of looking so far back
When everybody that's in front of you just turn they back
These Cartiers that I see through
And I ain't never have plans of looking so far back
It was me and t col beggin at the amoco
Whole summer wit no money but we made it doe
Monte Carlo full of hollows and a bag of dope
We Made it last ain't have no cash see all we had was hope
You See I Grew up in the trenches I ain't no project baby
Da way I run around these streets think the projects made me
I Pour a 6 up in a liter to get high not lazy
See I'm just glad ain't none of my past den made me had no baby
Cuz I know
Dat des bitch want my cash
Ah NO
I want throat baby not ass
I know
Sometimes I can be an ass
Cuz I talk shit and get it out and blame it on da past
I know
These tennis chain around my neck show I got racks now
Free 50k 2 times a hunnit he be back down
Ain't been in saks so long but I swear I'm in my bag now
I came so far everybody in my past look mad now
I could never give a fuck
If I ain't leave dem bitches prolly set me up
Das why I got faith in nothing but God and gun
Team on my back look like a feather weigh a ton
Me being here is a miracle
Here my voice up on des beats dat shit sound spiritual
I remember a nigga wanted to put me on the fucking news
Until he made the fucking news
It took us like a day or two
You won't believe what I been through
When everybody that's in front of you just turn they back
These Cartiers that I see through
And I ain't never have plans of looking so far back
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Writer(s): Harrison Knight
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