backends interlude

Uh I just want my backends I'm not reminiscing about back then I'm a grown man, I gotta make it happen Words they don't mean shit, you gotta go out and make actions They say why you don't show no reactions Tunnel vision, no time for distractions Need a transaction for any interaction Break it down, give out rations Yeah, I'm old fashioned They tell me keep on going, nigga you a fucking beast Me without a mic is like a shooter with no heat A safety with no cleats, like a soldier with no feet Now they pay me just to speak Pour my heart out on these beats I'ma run it up until I'm six feet underneath Roll one up, I'm at ease, lot of speed, feel the breeze Dreams don't die, we forever throw up threes Dreams don't die, this shit tatted on my sleeve My lil' bitch she Puerto Rican my jeans Japanese I'm a young ass nigga probably fucking on your niece She go on her knees, after that then we no speak God just keep on blessing me, I'm sick just like I sneezed God they keep on testing me I'm itching, let it squeeze If they take somebody close to me catch one and make one bleed Nowadays, every move I make, that shit ain't cheap Now my time, it just ain't free, and now my presence cost a fee, I'ma be up on that TV, mama I just want my backends I'm not reminiscing about back then I'm a grown man, I gotta make it happen Words they don't mean shit, you gotta go out and make actions They say why you don't show no reactions Tunnel vision, no time for distractions Need a transaction for any interaction Break it down, give out rations Yeah, I'm old fashioned Dreams don't die, we forever throw up threes Dreams don't die, this shit tatted on my sleeve Dreams don't die, dreams don't die Oh, dreams don't die Dreams don't die, dreams don't die Never lose faith