Glimpse From Da Past

This a glimpse from my past. This before were around me. I ain't have a clue where I was at. I ain't know how to put a fucking song on a track

Ride with the real school. Ride with the heat. Don't never know when you gonna run into beef. If I do, R.I.P. Put that nigga on the street. Keep the pistol in my reach. Make me pull up on the real slow creek. Put your ass to sleep. I gotta eat. I'm talking feasts. I'm a beast. When I come off the leash, honestly, niggas ain't fucking with me

This a glimpse from my past. This before were around me. I ain't have a clue where I was at. I ain't know how to put a fucking song on a track. If I do, R.I.P. Put that nigga on the street. Keep the pistol in my reach. Make me pull up on the real slow creek. Put your ass to sleep. I gotta eat. I'm talking feasts. I'm a beast. When I come off the leash, honestly, niggas ain't fucking with me

Cut my straight and get to the fucking runnin'. Bitch, I'm a motherfucking goblin. You must be dumb as hell when you wanna dump me. You run up on me, boy, I'ma have to slump ya. Fuck wit' you, man. Bitch, you're choppin' shit like irons

I got a degree for that type of shit. These niggas don't understand. Burn up, bitch, you wouldn't stick. I ain't talkin' bout a drum, motherfuckin' stick. But I tie you up like a fuckin' chicken. Bitch, I don't play around

Motherfuckin' shit, bitch, losin' my mind. Bitch, we live from the past. Bitch, run up, fuckin' blast. Bitch, that's a scene from the past. But this was time, different things, gotta see it today. Bitch, I'll earn up, hit you with somethin' bigger in your fuckin' face

Droppin, droppin, droppin' bout my money. Pussy nigga, bitch, run up, boy, I'm dumpin'. I don't give a fuck, I don't wanna hear nothin'. I don't give a fuck, boy, for a straight star and nigga, you ain't ready with the fuckin' drama

Pussy nigga, swear to God, kill a nigga, pop him a comma. I ain't got time to play around. Bitch, I go stupid. Bitch, thanks to me, fly out to the Bahamas