Can't Go Back Lyrics

Yeah Can't go back

Thinking about them hard times

I need to make more racks

I could remember when shit wasn't alright

I hate to face them facts

Who the fuck do you think I am?

Nothing like who they want me to be

Real shit they don't got love for a G

Mama said it ain't no love in the streets

Baby tell me what's the catch ain't nothing for free

I remember those days it was nothing to eat

I been trying to run it up baby life ain't cheap

Trying to get a new car with a house on the beach(uh huh)

I told you it ain't what it seems

I'm gone live my life like a dream yeah

She told me pull up to the scene yeah

Big glock tucked in my jeans yeah

This money turn me to a fiend

Rick Owens, Givenchy yeah

They won't understand what I mean yeah

I don't give a fuck 'bout a thing yeah

Never ever think that you got a place in my heart

Day ones round me, real ones only

They been with me from the start

Aim on sight Imma hit my mark

Got to go the distance yeah imma go far

I been on the grind I been playing my part

Fucking with me ya' not smart

Got a big glock got a big ass AR

Those my precious lethal weapons

Asking 'bout me I ain't nothing to mess with

Fow! Microphone testing testing

Baby came in and she just wanna wrestle

I fucked that bitch and I fucked on her bestfriend

She think I'm a God, I guess imma bless her oh

Nigga you'll never know

What we been through we know everything from Cascade

All the way to Gresham road

I wish my bro was alive

It was November, I seen him on Fox 5

I was too young to go slide

I could remember, I was upset when he died

You see the pain in my eyes

Can't get caught lacking so we keep a K when we ride

Who the fuck do you think I am?

Nothing like who they want me to be

Real shit they don't got love for a G

Mama said it ain't no love in the streets

Baby tell me what's the catch ain't nothing for free

I remember those days it was nothing to eat

I been trying to run it up baby life ain't cheap

Trying to get a new car with a house on the beach(uh huh)

I told you it ain't what it seems

I'm gone live my life like a dream yeah

She told me pull up to the scene yeah

Big glock tucked in my jeans yeah

This money turn me to a fiend

Rick Owens, Givenchy yeah

They won't understand what I mean yeah

I don't give a fuck 'bout a thing yeah

Can't go back

Thinking about them hard times

I need to make more racks

I could remember when shit wasn't alright

I hate to face them facts

Can't go back

Thinking about them hard times

I need to make more racks

I could remember when shit wasn't alright

I hate to face them facts