Afta Taz Past

Time ticking, gotta make a way before my time ended
Got to make a way before my time ended

Out this rental swinging doors I just got it wrapped
Five percent tint no looking in we looking out
I'm trying to see the sunshine but my visor down
Lil' bro you pick that chopper up you might not put it down
Don't follow me my life a roller coaster
The doctor saved so many niggas before the week was over
Gun powder for my fragrance
Ducking my grave my family feel like I been chasing it
Ain't running from my problems I been facing them
Slight chance that we make it out and we been taking them
Lately been riding with that whop I'm tryna kill a opp
A bartender he been giving out so many shots
Dodging indictments
Know they don't like me
Lord forbid if it's trial you know we fighting for it
God fearing, gangster living God's children
I beat the odds so I share it through my music
Never sat back and realized the influence
That I got when it was shootings they was shot
When it was hard times
I stood tall like a man
But before I go out like a bitch I'm getting letters from my fans
And that's the end of that
Bringing beef to the social media I ain't getting into that
They putting insurance on they self now
Knowing when I kill them they last tweet what's gone help out
For evidence give them crackers leverage
Just with lil' Taz now lil' Taz died
God I thought that last funeral was the last time
I never knew that was our last nine clutching
Or our last time struggling
Lord I'm tired of being tired but these rainy days been ugly dawg
Should I take the matters in my own hands
We take flight I'm just praying for a strong land

I just get on my knees and pray I make it through the day
This another high speed I just pray we get away
I'm tryna fuck a nigga curve up
I manifested all this shit I don't deserve what
Bang routes while the bird up
I just get on my knees and pray I make it through the day
This another high speed I just pray we get away
I'm tryna fuck a nigga curve up
I manifested all this shit I don't deserve what
Bang routes while the bird up

A lot of things I can't fix
A lot of things I can't rewind
I'll get anything back it'll be time
God blessed me with a cover on my life
So much pain on this melody
They judge me from my felonies
They tryna stop my destiny
Still solid though
Running up a check all night still go still got some miles to go
Still got some miles to run
Go carting with the kids i'm having fun
Racing on the interstate
All my niggas swear they Jeff Gordon steering wheels
Switch the gears when it's going
Got two girls and I love them both
I hope they straight with that
'Cause I don't want to let neither of them go
I ain't tryna run no game
I'm just speakin' how I feel and what it is
Locked up for a murder free lil Tae and Phil
Money come and go yellow light money came slow
And the drought
Phone jumping like a kangaroo pouch
'Cause he on and he don't plan on turning off
Met a plug in prison
Told me to come see him when I'm out
You tryna fit in I'm tryna make it out
I'm tryna buy us some land and see what them acres about
Standards now I don't even want to fuck my old bitches
I almost got away I should've hit three more fences
Reminiscing on them ghetto stories
Just took my foreign back
Shots up out my foreign fuck it gone and let my foreign back
Fucking on this foreign brat
Time ticking, it's Now or Never before my time ending
Gotta make a way before my time ended

I just get on my knees and pray I make it through the day
This another high speed I just pray we get away
I'm tryna fuck a nigga curve up
I manifested all this shit I don't deserve what
Bang routes while the bird up
I just get on my knees and pray I make it through the day
This another high speed I just pray we get away
I'm tryna fuck a nigga curve up
I manifested all this shit I don't deserve what
Bang routes while the bird up