Letras
My OG told me that there ain't no turning back
Once you in the door
But really that just got me
Saying less and thinking more
Like when they stop and name the greats
Are they gonna mention yours?
Ain't living in the past
But what you think all of this vintage for?
Be grateful that I love my bitch
I could be linking yours
I pique her interest more
She got me on her Pinterest board
How you gonna win if you just going where we been before?
I'm getting bored
Man I don't think ya'll boys can dent the score
Been thinking big
I'm just trying to get the globe to hear us
Them fake niggas find each other
They've been known to pair up
Then start to overshare
I'm waiting on my soul to clear up
Buying chains and rings cause bitch I miss the golden era
The fuck I look like making promises I can't keep
They remain sleep
It's a four game sweep
They're reminiscing cause they think they got the game beat
There's one thing I know about nostalgia
That shit ain't cheap
From the hood where the kids is teachless
We was young trading hand guns
If they saw how we grew up I swear they'd be speechless
My mind was caught up in a street twist
Had to think a little smarter
When you get quotes from Poor Righteous Teachers
In a barrel full of leeches
Think I give a fuck what a nigga say about me
When I got niggas that'll spray about me
And I spray for myself
Never asked for help
We was left outside in the cold
Now they wonder why when the pressure on
Niggas never fold
I got tired of Saks Fifth by the age of 22
We was some hustling fools
You'll never know how it feel to win
When the dealers lose
Gotta pick and choose I chose to do it big
So I knock the weight off like Mason Beth