Past

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

You already know what it is mane it's

I can't get no rest
Diamonds lookin frozen
I'm popping rubber bands
She checking out my stance
Can you do it with no hands
She smoking on that France
Throwing rolls got more to spend

Tryna find my way
Through the grass, and through the gates
Got dreams I wanna chase
Take my hand, let's fly away
The atmosphere is great
And let's put it behind us
Forget all our mistakes

I don't need a ghost writer
This shit right here is GOAT written
Burn my soul, I bring a bigger fire
You jump between my desires
Imma keep vibing on you in ya own city
Check the tags I'm the Proprietor
Rayn the rioter, I only keep it gritty

Now I'm breaking barriers like a jet (Jet)
Doing more and speaking less (Less)
Been doing me since a kid (Kid)
Been doing this since the 'Jects ('Jects)
Here today, I'm feeling blessed
Was on the benches, I was pressed
I'm in the weight room getting reps

I don't mean to flex
No, I don't mean to flex
I'm grinding check to check
Yeah, I'm a money pest (Yeah)
You tell me I should quit
I wanna change the world
Don't be expecting nothing less

I only scratched the surface
Imagine me at my best
They told me time will tell
If it run out then what's next?
My brothers take ones to the head
Or taking knees to the neck
Knowing I'm a threat

I can't even lie, dawg
I missed too many steps
Tryna do my own thing
Made some people pressed
Told them this my journey
Can't you see I have progressed
We stuck up in the past
Yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah



Credits
Writer(s): Hans Heusterberg
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