Can't Go Back

Yeah Can't go back
Thinking about them hard times
I need to make more racks
I could remember when shit wasn't alright
I hate to face them facts

Who the fuck do you think I am?
Nothing like who they want me to be
Real shit they don't got love for a G
Mama said it ain't no love in the streets
Baby tell me what's the catch ain't nothing for free
I remember those days it was nothing to eat
I been trying to run it up baby life ain't cheap
Trying to get a new car with a house on the beach(uh huh)
I told you it ain't what it seems
Im gone live my life like a dream yeah
She told me pull up to the scene yeah
Big glock tucked in my jeans yeah
This money turn me to a feign
Rick Owens, Givenchy yeah
They won't understand what I mean yeah
I don't give a fuck 'bout a thing yeah

Never ever think that you got a place in my heart
Day ones round me, real ones only
They been with me from the start
Aim on sight Imma hit my mark
Got to go the distance yeah imma go far
I been on the grind I been playing my part
Fucking with me ya' not smart
Got a big glock got a big ass AR
Those my precious lethal weapons
Asking 'bout me I ain't nothing to mess with
Fow! Microphone testing testing
Baby came in and she just wanna wrestle
I fucked that bitch and I fucked on her bestfriend
She think I'm a God, I guess imma bless her oh
Nigga you'll never know
What we been through we know everything from Cascade
All the way to Gresham road
I wish my bro was alive
It was November, I seen him on Fox 5
I was too young to go slide
I could remember, I was upset when he died
You see the pain in my eyes
Can't get caught lacking so we keep a K when we ride

Who the fuck do you think I am?
Nothing like who they want me to be
Real shit they don't got love for a G
Mama said it ain't no love in the streets
Baby tell me what's the catch ain't nothing for free
I remember those days it was nothing to eat
I been trying to run it up baby life ain't cheap
Trying to get a new car with a house on the beach(uh huh)
I told you it ain't what it seems
Im gone live my life like a dream yeah
She told me pull up to the scene yeah
Big glock tucked in my jeans yeah
This money turn me to a feign
Rick Owens, Givenchy yeah
They won't understand what I mean yeah
I don't give a fuck 'bout a thing yeah

Can't go back
Thinking about them hard times
I need to make more racks
I could remember when shit wasn't alright
I hate to face them facts
Can't go back
Thinking about them hard times
I need to make more racks
I could remember when shit wasn't alright
I hate to face them facts



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Writer(s): Jimmy Fields
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