Can't Go Back

Yeah Can't go back Thinking about them hard times I need to make more racks I could remember when shit wasn't alright I hate to face them facts Who the f*ck do you think I am? Nothing like who they want me to be Real shit they don't got love for a G Mama said it ain't no love in the streets Baby tell me what's the catch ain't nothing for free I remember those days it was nothing to eat I been trying to run it up baby life ain't cheap Trying to get a new car with a house on the beach(uh huh) I told you it ain't what it seems I'm gone live my life like a dream yeah She told me pull up to the scene yeah Big glock tucked in my jeans yeah This money turn me to a fiend Rick Owens, Givenchy yeah They won't understand what I mean yeah I don't give a f*ck 'bout a thing yeah Never ever think that you got a place in my heart Day ones round me, real ones only They been with me from the start Aim on sight Imma hit my mark Got to go the distance yeah imma go far I been on the grind I been playing my part Fucking with me ya' not smart Got a big glock got a big ass AR Those my precious lethal weapons Asking 'bout me I ain't nothing to mess with Fow! Microphone testing testing Baby came in and she just wanna wrestle I fucked that bitch and I fucked on her bestfriend She think I'm a God, I guess imma bless her oh Nigga you'll never know What we been through we know everything from Cascade All the way to Gresham road I wish my bro was alive It was November, I seen him on Fox 5 I was too young to go slide I could remember, I was upset when he died You see the pain in my eyes Can't get caught lacking so we keep a K when we ride Who the f*ck do you think I am? Nothing like who they want me to be Real shit they don't got love for a G Mama said it ain't no love in the streets Baby tell me what's the catch ain't nothing for free I remember those days it was nothing to eat I been trying to run it up baby life ain't cheap Trying to get a new car with a house on the beach(uh huh) I told you it ain't what it seems I'm gone live my life like a dream yeah She told me pull up to the scene yeah Big glock tucked in my jeans yeah This money turn me to a fiend Rick Owens, Givenchy yeah They won't understand what I mean yeah I don't give a f*ck 'bout a thing yeah Can't go back Thinking about them hard times I need to make more racks I could remember when shit wasn't alright I hate to face them facts Can't go back Thinking about them hard times I need to make more racks I could remember when shit wasn't alright I hate to face them facts