Looking Back

I had a talk with Deven he told me give it my all
That's my dawg, that's my dawg, can't nothin' tear us apart
I've been writing songs 'till its breaking dawn (All day dawg)
Heard there's snakes upon us someone trim the lawn
Plotting goals, voice recordings on the phone
Yeah I started that
Looking back, nah way further back, vision of a plaque
Too attached, heard they love my songs, guess it's meant to last
Count it up, someone count it up, come on do the math (Check)
Chase the bag, like a running back, boy you getting gassed
Put in work so we eating good while you fed the scraps
Watch out for that tax, heard they taxing bad (All that tax)
It's a hunnid' fast
It's a hunnid' fast (All that cash)

On the road, back and forth to home, I can't get a loan
So I got it my own started making money slow
Flipping shit, making businesses
Without no mentorship
I should get a medal for this shit
A real hustler bitch
Is you solid is you really with this lifestyle
'Cuz I ain't stopping 'till its mother fucking lights out (Lights out)
So I can see my people around me give a slight smile (Slight smile)
'Cuz lately its been different in this small town

I had a talk with Deven he told me give it my all
That's my dawg, that's my dawg, can't nothin' tear us apart
I've been writing songs 'till its breaking dawn (All day dawg)
Heard there's snakes upon us someone trim the lawn
Plotting goals, voice recordings on the phone
Yeah I started that
Looking back, nah way further back, vision of a plaque
Too attached, heard they love my songs, guess it's meant to last
Count it up, someone count it up, come on do the math (Check)
Chase the bag, like a running back, boy you getting gassed
Put in work so we eating good while you fed the scraps
Watch out for that tax, heard they taxing bad (All that tax)
It's a hunnid' fast
It's a hunnid' fast (All that cash)



Credits
Writer(s): Christian Carranza
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