Past Recollections

I used to think you niggas was real
My mistake you niggas lost
You think it's trendy to kill
Niggas thought I wouldn't bounce back
Like I ain't do it twice
I made a vid cross the boarder
wasn't serving white
I clean up nice
But I rather see the gallery
I'm talking art not the brand
I changed the salary
I kick that bitch to the curb
Got right to the bread
She said I beat her
she the reason why I beat the feds
Nowadays I'm just stuck on what I'm finna eat
Like Dr.Sebi
Need my diet clean and extra neat
You niggas sweet
Like my bro y'all like a pop tart
Shout out to post
I get preaching
I ain't dropping bars
I speak my mind make it rhyme
On cool beat
I could kill with lines
Or I can go and sing
I'm just blessed
Highly favored
On some other shit
You sold your soul for a band
Aye I just spent that shit

I used to think
I used to think
That you niggas real
You a junky
You not cool
Fool you gotta chill
This ain't a diss
I got a heart
I hope you see through
I'm tired of driving the Honda
So I just bought the coupe

Fuck mistakes
Learn a lesson
That shit more than gold
I went to bat for some niggas
I always knew they'd fold
You ever call your homie up
Ask him why he told
He had the balls
To write the statement
not to tell her no
Niggas backwards
They do shit for a bitch
She won't respect you
Till you run it up
Get out the mix
Why you let your homies
Tell you that that flow was hard
You get lying on wax
That's not what make a star
I'm like the star of Judah
Giving game
And blessings
Don't change the flow cause you lost
Go and tell the reverend
When I breathe on this bitch
I hope it take you back
Stop all the cap for the streets
They'll put you on your back

I used to think
I used to think
That you niggas real
You a junky
You not cool
Fool you gotta chill
This ain't a diss
I got a heart
I hope you see through
I'm tired of driving the Honda
So I just bought the coupe

I'm money driven
Only marching to the sound of cash
I ran it up off the cellular
feelings in the past
If you hear a lot noise
Neek just pulled through
Trust I ain't cuffing your bitch
Aye what that mouth do
You pay for pussy
But the head sold separate
Don't try to pass her ass back
I got a severance
It's a blessing just to live
We living just to die
You know that bitch was for hype
She just ain't living right
That bitch a nat nat
I don't like that
Why'd I even try
She tried to sip on some tea
I made them leaves dry
I make a boss bitch ride
And a bum cry
It's making sense if you get it
My sis is on the grind
She do the locs
Never ask a nigga for a dime
My lil Virgo bitch sliding
My cancer never cry
She from New York
Call her peaches
She goin hate this shit
Like why you put in songs
And ain't pull up in shit

I used to think
I used to think
That you niggas real
You a junky
You not cool
Fool you gotta chill
This ain't a diss
I got a heart
I hope you see through
I'm tired of driving the Honda
So I just bought the coupe