Back in the day
I remember way back in the day.
Everybody around me always throwing shade.
Doesn't matter with anything id try to make.
They be always looking down on me with hate.
Doesn't matter with any dream I tried to chase.
Stabs I got because I thought you had my back.
Find out that you were just lying to my face.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
But when they see me now they don't know what to really say.
When I start to stuff up all of this shit up in my safe.
Even close people up in my life they had no faith.
Plotting on my downfall they would all go sit and prey.
I be going through my struggles lowkey.
I be the only person depending on me.
Get this shit up out the dirt like what you know about me.
Had to go and live a different life away from family.
Nobody understanding my struggle.
Stressing out so I go puff up on a couple.
All these hunger pains so how could I be humble
Tryna go and get up out this fuckin tunnel.
Moving out the valley just to show all my homies how to hustle.
Yea.
Getting this shit n my own.
I be sleeping on the floor.
But atleast I had a home.
Back up in the studio.
Bitch I'm back up in my zone.
All the stupid fuckin petty shit you'll never outgrow.
On a different type of path.
And I'm never looking back.
Dipping off and get a back.
Hustling and never slack.
I aint got no time to chat.
Really gatta get these racks.
And I share it with the fam.
Bitch.
It was apart of the plan.
To be building up a brand.
From a different type of cloth.
From a different type of land.
Only got a single chance.
Get it out of Wenatchee.
Cuz I remember way back in the day.
Everybody around me always throwing shade.
Doesn't matter with anything id try to make.
They be always looking down on me with hate.
Doesn't matter with any dream I tried to chase.
Stabs I got because I thought you had my back.
Find out that you were just lying to my face.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
Cuz I remember way back in the day.
Everybody around me always throwing shade.
Doesn't matter with anything id try to make.
They be always looking down on me with hate.
Doesn't matter with any dream I tried to chase.
Stabs I got because I thought you had my back.
Find out that you were just lying to my face.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade
Everybody around me always throwing shade.
Doesn't matter with anything id try to make.
They be always looking down on me with hate.
Doesn't matter with any dream I tried to chase.
Stabs I got because I thought you had my back.
Find out that you were just lying to my face.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
But when they see me now they don't know what to really say.
When I start to stuff up all of this shit up in my safe.
Even close people up in my life they had no faith.
Plotting on my downfall they would all go sit and prey.
I be going through my struggles lowkey.
I be the only person depending on me.
Get this shit up out the dirt like what you know about me.
Had to go and live a different life away from family.
Nobody understanding my struggle.
Stressing out so I go puff up on a couple.
All these hunger pains so how could I be humble
Tryna go and get up out this fuckin tunnel.
Moving out the valley just to show all my homies how to hustle.
Yea.
Getting this shit n my own.
I be sleeping on the floor.
But atleast I had a home.
Back up in the studio.
Bitch I'm back up in my zone.
All the stupid fuckin petty shit you'll never outgrow.
On a different type of path.
And I'm never looking back.
Dipping off and get a back.
Hustling and never slack.
I aint got no time to chat.
Really gatta get these racks.
And I share it with the fam.
Bitch.
It was apart of the plan.
To be building up a brand.
From a different type of cloth.
From a different type of land.
Only got a single chance.
Get it out of Wenatchee.
Cuz I remember way back in the day.
Everybody around me always throwing shade.
Doesn't matter with anything id try to make.
They be always looking down on me with hate.
Doesn't matter with any dream I tried to chase.
Stabs I got because I thought you had my back.
Find out that you were just lying to my face.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
Cuz I remember way back in the day.
Everybody around me always throwing shade.
Doesn't matter with anything id try to make.
They be always looking down on me with hate.
Doesn't matter with any dream I tried to chase.
Stabs I got because I thought you had my back.
Find out that you were just lying to my face.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade.
Shit cutting deep I wish I had a razor blade
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Writer(s): Brandon Anthony Craig
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