They say the past is a bullet chasing after yo ass
I've been running all my life, go ahead and give me the cash
I mean give me the stash, I see no evil, I'ma speak it though
Heard it all my life, I gotta learn to let it go
But I'm bad for round dos, coming back for mo and mo
So much knowledge I just might make you overdose
And I learned the world a cold way, it's best to get a coat
And I made so much of a facade, it's time to let you know
And these stacks that I rap about, blew it on some rent money
Had to tell you niggas that, they don't really get money
One pair of Armani jeans, they passing through the whole team
In and out of your hands like daily routines
And this fresh manicure just to soothe my self-esteem
And the life that I want is considered a pipe dream
Sleeping next to Mrs. and she got on Celine
And it's time to double down, cause the fans what I need
Ask myself what you want, is it honesty and pure
Ask myself what you want, drugs and money we endure
All the substance that we try to abuse
And it's 20 years later, y'all still acting confused
Ima blame it on my past, then rap it like it present
Skipping through your life, it be flashing in one second
If it wasn't for y'all, I'd be cozied up in heaven
Rap is a facade, and it's time you learn your lesson
And these stacks that I rap about, blew it on some rent money
Had to tell you niggas that, they don't really get money
One pair of Armani jeans, they passing through the whole team
In and out your hands like daily routines
And this fresh manicure just to soothe my self-esteem
The life that I want is considered a pipe dream
Sleeping next to Mrs. and she got on Celine
Sleeping next to Mrs. and she got on Celine