Letter To My Past Life

Met you in my oast life, okay, yeah dats right I gotta show right after dis introduced to dat lime light Whatd you do for a clondicke oh yeah dats right Im in my bag right Oh yeah dats right im in my bag now Lookin down,threw salt on me Couldnt see i was a projdiy 50k ina rubber bands cant fit inside my prada jeans Aint no nigga robbin me Aint no niggas stopping me Red beam wrapped around da goock be careful when bother me Lately i been losing my too devil keep on Plottin see Kick em out my space but apare with all designer things Holy shit F*ck jus took my momma ona shoppin spree Still in love luv wit drugs but guess what? Momma she still proud me Tryna focus 2 much on my life, ts still bother me Sleepin on floor wit rats n roaches, we aint no sofa i couldnt wait til i got older So i can get all of da finer things Momma struggled growin up On christmas we aint have a thing Ma she was workaholic Dat time we spent meant everything Kill you bout my bruddas on my mother i wont feel a thing Met you in my oast life, okay,yeah dats right I gotta show right after dis introduced to dat lime light Whatd you do for a clondicke oh yeah dats right Im in my bag right Oh yeah dats right im in my bag now