Turn My Back (Prod. Swiftnesse)

Yea Hit the reefer Yea I done came up I done came back I'll never turn my back on you, no I'll never turn my back Yeah from the hood I ain't have to carry a strap My whole life I was good But I went got one I'm making them hits I'm smoking this reefer I'm buying these zips Yeah I'm just passing Narcotics to classmates And yea we just chillin' We talk 'bout the past days Yeah I'm just villin' Im in the city I got the Passion Piggy I want a milli' I done came up I won't go back I won't fall down Gotta watch my back I done came up I won't go back I won't go out sad, nah I want a bag now Yeah I'm talking bout' friends I'm talking 'bout cash I'm talking 'bout lady I want this shit I want it for generations All my babies We talkin 'bout We talkin 'bout Christian & Louis Vuitton I don't want no "Vaddon" designer If it ain't my own If it ain't my own And it ain't my own That is my honor You know what I want Rest in peace to my Aunt You know they the past times You know about past lives And we got it I done came up I done came back I'll never turn my back on you, no