Lyrics Past Life - Porter Ray, Porter Ray feat. Cashtro and Black, Cashtro

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
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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