Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Back Then , by - Futuristic. Release date: 07.07.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Back Then |
| They actin' like they know me, they see me in videos |
| Where was you when I was out doin' them shitty shows |
| Everybody postin' this nigga, he finna blow |
| These biddies in every city be showin' their titties, bro |
| Oh no, here he go, that boy cold |
| The dope flow, expose rappers, I’m no joke |
| You Eminem on 8 Mile, the first show |
| Like a girl with no gag reflex, I won’t choke |
| Broke niggas hit me |
| Like, «Aye bro, let me hold fifty» |
| They see me in the club gettin' hugs with more bottles of CÎROC |
| At my table then Diddy, tell me who was fuckin' with me |
| When I didn’t have this |
| When my YouTube didn’t have hits |
| When I wasn’t always with a bad bitch |
| Now my wallet and my girl mad thick |
| Remember way back then? |
| I was tryna get it right, hit up Mickey D’s then split it with my friends |
| Remember way back then? |
| I just had a normal job, I was workin' nine to five, tryna get them ends |
| Remember way back then? |
| I was tryna make a name, couldn’t catch a brake, nobody would let me in |
| Remember way back then? |
| I remember back then… |
| It was just me and my cousin, we whipped it around the town |
| Nobody thought I would be the one to hold it down |
| Oh wow, now they approachin' me with a smile |
| Like, «I'm lovin' what you doin', let’s kick it, it’s been a while» |
| Nigga please, I’m seein' all of my enemies |
| Pretend to be a friend of me, they get up in the industry |
| Your energy is finicky and I don’t need that shit |
| Fake love you can keep that shit, I repeat that shit |
| Fake love you can keep that shit |
| Got every girl tryna freak my dick and you can see I’m lit |
| You wouldn’t be able to see I’m rich |
| Unless I showed you when them email hit and let you read that shit |
| I’m not the same as I used to be |
| I just ain’t about nobody usin' me |
| And truthfully, you couldn’t share the booth with me |
| Nigga, I ball, you can’t hoop with me |
| Remember way back then? |
| I was tryna get it right, hit up Mickey D’s then split it with my friends |
| Remember way back then? |
| I just had a normal job, I was workin' nine to five, tryna get them ends |
| Remember way back then? |
| I was tryna make a name, couldn’t catch a brake, nobody would let me in |
| Remember way back then? |
| I remember back then… |