Past Days... Lyrics

Smokin' in my window, thinkin' bout my past days

Thinkin' of a plan to go get rich, we in our last days

I'm thinkin' bout my past days, when I never had J's

Them Converse, Reeboks, Oodles, Noodles, those bad days

I seen a lot of shit, some shit that left me petrified

Just cause you got a weapon, don't mean shit, I mean the best could die

They leechin' off my sound, I think I need to spray some pesticides

Don't wanna see lil Porter a ride around, makin' a Tesla slide

Ambition from my mother, and my hustle from my father's side

Came a long way for like Wayne rappin' the Carter 5

Jazz music playin' in my ear, shit got me in my zone

Don't even need a bitch, I need a beat when I'm at home alone

These streets hard and cold, they turn niggas to barbarians

It's Game of Thrones, how we throwin' flames like a Targaryen

Bitches see a hood nigga, and they claim they wanna marry him

But the baggage that we bringin', they ain't tryna help us carry

Bullets flyin', lil' man out side, and he ain't even scared of it

He wishin' he was blowin' that Lil' 30, tryna air some shit

Parents did everything they could, but he still in the hood

Thuggin' since a youngin', out here buggin', he ain't livin' good

Rumble in his stomach, he can't take it, he ain't eatin' good

So he maskin' up, don't give a fuck, put on his Reaper hood

Been feelin' like I need the hood, but I need to leave the hood

The streets don't love you, and they won't respect you like Aretha would

I see the fake, I see the hate, them niggas shake, my niggas bake

Them niggas gassed, we pumping breaks, jumped in the game and made somethin' quake

Like black people, I'm a lil' late, but I grind for it, so I'm here to stay

I don't get tired like Kevin Gates , bump Jadkiss at them pearly gates

But I'm a young boy with two 38s, no meals, niggas had tummy aches

Got a shoebox full of money, so I'm inside the bed, cause I be like, fuck a bank

I ain't never go to jail, cause a nigga ain't dumb, I be like, fuck a shank

Keep a gun, nigga, I don't wanna shake, let this bitch go, it cause an earthquake

Shit fucked up, but I lucked up, I ain't crashin' out for no fuck niggas

Remember baggin' in the trap, had a few packs, it was me and Bucks, nigga

I ain't never had no older brother, but niggas know Bucks, that's like my blood, nigga

We came from the mud, nigga

Smokin' in my window, thinkin' bout my past days

Thinkin' of a plan to go get rich, we in our last days

I'm thinkin' bout my past days, when I never had J's

Them Converse, Reeboks, Oodles, Noodles, those bad days

I seen a lot of shit, some shit that left me petrified

Just cause you got a weapon don't mean shit, I mean the best could die

They leechin' off my sound, I think I need to spray some pesticides

Don't wanna see lil' Porter ridin' round, makin' a Tesla slide

I'm thinkin' I make the Tesla slide

Get up on the beat, I make the Tesla slide

Baby, you can't fuck with me, man

Big Porter , bitch, I'll be ridin

Grr, grr