Past Lyrics

I just sit in my room (In my room)

Just be thinking (Thinking)

Thinking about what would happen

If I ever got famous

Water on my wrist

Is the only thing I'm drinking

All my niggas real

And ain't go no time for playing

Can't sit in the past (No)

Can't smoke all my weed

If so not too fast (Hell no)

Still can't believe I'm alive

Man the world is so ass (It is)

Itching to money

Get to the green

You know it will last

Can't reach any your goals

If you still stuck in the past

Man you still stuck in the past (In the past)

Even after losing your dad

Scared to involve yourself

Look at the world

Man it's all in the bag

Niggas be hating on you (On you)

The money is waiting on you

What are you going to choose

Don't listen to me

Go listen to him

The world got different point of views (Point of view)

Don't eat off my plate

If you ain't got the money

Or even go pay for my food (For my food)

Holding my breath now I'm blue (Let's go)

Got rich money like B Lou

My friend ask for beats

You know how I'm coming

I said just give me like two (Just two)

I just sit in my room (In my room)

Just be thinking (Thinking)

Thinking bout what would happen

If I ever got famous (Yes sir)

Water on my wrist

Is the only thing I'm drinking

All my niggas real

And ain't go no time for playing

All my niggas real (They real)

The gas is vacuum sealed (Yes sir)

Ain't nothing I say is cap

This that real deal (Deal)

Yeah I'm getting rich off rap (Rap)

You getting rich off reels (Off reels)

Killing all these fucking penguins

Lead the wave no seal

Niggas be waiting for me (For who)

To get off my damn path (I be damned)

You just showed why (Why)

You still stuck in the back (In the back)

You still stuck in the past (In the past)

You still running that track (We gone)

Don't ever wait on no one

While you still leading that pack (Leading that pack)

While you still counting them racks (Counting them racks)

While you still smoking they packs (Gas, gas)

Go and make your move

Because there ain't no turning back (Ain't no turning)

The money a QB

I sack (I sack it)

The money was flipped

From a rag (I flipped it)

Too much cash in my pockets

Holding my pants

And counting these bags

Why you still stuck in the past

Hoping the pain won't last