Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Past Life, artist - Porter RayDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Past Life |
| Before my nigga got shot in the face |
| And all my homeboys got caught in a case |
| B.I.G., Lox |
| I was boppin' to Mase |
| Madison block had us rockin' the base |
| Chased by a cop with a sock full’a beige |
| Face front page |
| Put a bullet in your braids |
| We all die young |
| Caught by a stray |
| Shoebox money |
| Moved up to a safe |
| Pounds in the 'fridge |
| White tee shirt |
| Tre pound on my hip |
| Iphone 6 with an ounce in the whip |
| Alpine pump Dogg Pound and Tha Klick |
| Bounce to the shit |
| Blunt in my ear |
| Switch lanes |
| See my son in the mirror |
| Gun in my gear if someone interfere |
| Chasin' my dreams |
| I ain’t runnin' from fear |
| Chances is slim when u coming from here |
| Stuck in the past |
| Thinkin' 'bout women that I fucked in the past |
| Places I been |
| Faces I met |
| Friendships I had |
| But it jus' couldn’t last |
| Questions I had but I just couldn’t ask |
| Before LJ got killed in a crash |
| Money that I spent when I just should’a stashed |
| And my grandmother’s words that i just couldn’t grasp at the time |
| Glass full of wine |
| Blunt full of hash |
| Count math while I’m passin' the time |
| My nigga in class with the .9 |
| Me and Ca$htro pass dro |
| We the last of our kind |
| Flirt with the fiends |
| Turned fifteen now I’m purchasing lean |
| Butterfly’s blue and the dolphins is green |
| MDMA had me lost in a dream |
| Gold rings on the finger of a king |
| Designer labels you gon' notice from the seams |
| From the eighties seen dope make fiends |
| On the move gotta tend to my dreams |
| Rubberband money knotted in a shoebox |
| Chase more funds |
| Give no fucks what you got |
| Get money in the hood |
| Tryna' make a joog |
| Me and my niggas made it too hot |
| Real life nigga always gotta eat up |
| Ain’t never been the type to get beat up |
| Inspire hustle |
| Over time you niggas see us |
| ??? |
| the differences we all had between us |
| Live my life in these streets |
| Like really writin' these streets |
| Stay with my hustle |
| Missin' my niggas |
| They restin' in peace |
| Survived hella ??? |
| shootouts |
| Hella friendships grew out |
| Hella focused on a new route |
| A young old nigga something you already knew 'bout |
| Big bruh told me never fear a man |
| Squeeze L.A.M. |
| with the both of my hands |
| Roll a blunt with the both of them grams |
| Tomorrow’s not promised |
| Supply and demand |
| I got a queen to give me everything I need |
| Mo' money, mo' respect, mo' weed |
| Mo' power, mo' hate, mo' greed |
| No trust for a nigga in the street |
| And the trap going hard for a purpose |
| Did it all |
| Look back |
| So worthless |
| Trapped more so a nigga had to work less |
| Leave all that I offer in churches |
| Stuck in the past |
| Thinkin' 'bout women that I fucked in the past |
| Places I been |
| Faces I met |
| Friendships I had |
| But it just couldn’t last |
| Then I get lost in my dreams |
| See my dad and we talk in my dreams |
| For hours it seems |
| Of cowards and kings |
| Pop champagne |
| Then I shower my queens |
| Like flowers in Spring |
| Pill on my tongue |
| Weed smoke in my lungs |
| Lean on my blunt |
| Got coke in my gums |
| Tre-five-seven |
| Get smoked if you want |
| For touchin' my scrill |
| Nigga fuck what you feel |
| My brother was killed |
| So I’m huggin' the steel |
| Swallow a pill |
| Man that Summer was ill |
| Capsules dissolve |
| And I’m lovin' the feel |