Back Then

Find a way to stack that paper up so I can test my vert

Know he bleed that triple seven, that's my cousin, call him Kurt

Flyin' through the heaven gates, you know I'm blessed and I ain't stressin

Found a way to beat the streets, I hit the road, don't need no license

I don't like to keep my collar off, cause I'm my own boss

Black T, I'm gettin' my rocks off, designer with the socks off

Two phones connect to wifi, tryna get that dot dot

Tapped out, you niggas ain't tapped in, you ain't gettin' no back end

Back then, I talk with a accent, ain't got no sauce enough

Back then, I'm all in pacsun, but I don't shop enough

Bitch, you better come correct, got niggas waitin' for the step