Back 2 My Ways

Yo Back to my ways Twenty five talking 'bout back in my days I ain't leave the crib since last Friday I ain't going nowhere if I have it my way Blame it on the climate, yeah Blame it on the Cov' We doing more than the most We out here scheming and calling it dreaming And chasing our demons with a gulp and a toke Tryna detect if a nigga want smoke Tryna collect 'for a nigga go broke If a nigga go broke, and he lost what he had Would the fam come through, would they say too bad? Would he move back home? Where the f*ck's that at? What about all the ones that he left in his past Cause he come and go like a meme or a fad He come and go like he playin' his dad, nigga Damn Way, way back Riddle me this, how many people been counting on you? I got a few, rock of my friends, rock of my girl, and my family too Pressure been on for so fucking long I live overlooked like my name is Solange Still I move on, Forte stay strong Spirit don't break like the Syndicate bond And now I been back to my ways from back in the days Eleven years old with parents to raise Afraid of the bank, with dust in the safe My dad say a lot but it's not to my face Fast forward, now I'm twenty four Been through it all but there's plenty more Grew to the man that I knew I would be I ain't look down on you but I look up to me Cell phone numbers come and go Well known lovers ebb and flow Grown so you think you gonna know But sometimes you never gonna know, so Back to my ways, went MIA for the past few days And I made mistakes but I still feel great Got a couple complaints but we still okay, aye Still O' Still Okay Still O' Still Okay Still O' Still Okay Still O' Still Okay Imma do this shit until I get a Cole feature, no visa Crossing over to the other side every time I roll keef up No leaves are changing, history repeats and Old faces make me so anxious, never go places 'Less I'm so wasted, all I hold sacred feeling so faded Feeling like I'm slipping to the old ways again There I go getting back to my Way, back to the ways again Didn't have a home We was on our own nigga Now we making it I ain't ever going back wherever Ma is at Nah. we ain't bout to take it there Really thought I had to go I was bout to go We about to go (Ay,yea) There I go getting back to my Way, way back to the ways again Didn't have a home We was on our own nigga Now we making it I ain't ever going back wherever Ma is at Na we ain't bout to take it there Really thought I had to go I was bout to go We about to go