Past Tense

Rap trappin' Junkies naggin'
& fiends still askin'
Like stewie, come on

Rap trappin' Junkies naggin'
& fiends still askin'
Like stewie, you still trappin'
I still got the backend
No past tense, better hit my line quick
This my last hit
Three years in the makin'
I ain't have my first hit
Eighteen years in the makin
You ain't hit yo' first bitch
I took a risk in this game
Like I took the first pitch
Motherfuckers wasn't iced up in the city
I had my first kit

Aye I was born a shitter
Motherfuckers contemplating every move they make they was born a quitter
Aye I was born a trapper
Motherfuckers ain't touch the bag
Until after
You a actor
You ain't got no motion
You a slacker
Layed up in the trap for the three days
And still needed a napper
Fucking on that bitch till the sun comes up
And after

Yo man's came to the studio
Tracks of the writers block
Slatt just spent yo' rent
At the tire shop
Damn I had to ask slatty
How much them tires cost
Stewie finna cop that scat pack
Fresh off the dealers lot
Stewie finna cop the re up from the plug
Stepped on or not
Yo man's shoes the drops
From the cop or drops
Bitch asked when I'm gonna stop
Like I ain't gonna stop
Yo man's hit me to shop
Like he was gonna shop
Told bro I got it on me
He gonna have to stop