Past Days...

Smokin' in my window, thinkin' bout my past days Thinkin' of a plan to go get rich, we in our last days I'm thinkin' bout my past days, when I never had J's Them Converse, Reeboks, Oodles, Noodles, those bad days I seen a lot of shit, some shit that left me petrified Just cause you got a weapon, don't mean shit, I mean the best could die They leechin' off my sound, I think I need to spray some pesticides Don't wanna see lil Porter a ride around, makin' a Tesla slide Ambition from my mother, and my hustle from my father's side Came a long way for like Wayne rappin' the Carter 5 Jazz music playin' in my ear, shit got me in my zone Don't even need a bitch, I need a beat when I'm at home alone These streets hard and cold, they turn niggas to barbarians It's Game of Thrones, how we throwin' flames like a Targaryen Bitches see a hood nigga, and they claim they wanna marry him But the baggage that we bringin', they ain't tryna help us carry Bullets flyin', lil' man out side, and he ain't even scared of it He wishin' he was blowin' that Lil' 30, tryna air some shit Parents did everything they could, but he still in the hood Thuggin' since a youngin', out here buggin', he ain't livin' good Rumble in his stomach, he can't take it, he ain't eatin' good So he maskin' up, don't give a fuck, put on his Reaper hood Been feelin' like I need the hood, but I need to leave the hood The streets don't love you, and they won't respect you like Aretha would I see the fake, I see the hate, them niggas shake, my niggas bake Them niggas gassed, we pumping breaks, jumped in the game and made somethin' quake Like black people, I'm a lil' late, but I grind for it, so I'm here to stay I don't get tired like Kevin Gates, bump Jadkiss at them pearly gates But I'm a young boy with two 38s, no meals, niggas had tummy aches Got a shoebox full of money, so I'm inside the bed, cause I be like, fuck a bank I ain't never go to jail, cause a nigga ain't dumb, I be like, fuck a shank Keep a gun, nigga, I don't wanna shake, let this bitch go, it cause an earthquake Shit fucked up, but I lucked up, I ain't crashin' out for no fuck niggas Remember baggin' in the trap, had a few packs, it was me and Bucks, nigga I ain't never had no older brother, but niggas know Bucks, that's like my blood, nigga We came from the mud, nigga Smokin' in my window, thinkin' bout my past days Thinkin' of a plan to go get rich, we in our last days I'm thinkin' bout my past days, when I never had J's Them Converse, Reeboks, Oodles, Noodles, those bad days I seen a lot of shit, some shit that left me petrified Just cause you got a weapon don't mean shit, I mean the best could die They leechin' off my sound, I think I need to spray some pesticides Don't wanna see lil' Porter ridin' round, makin' a Tesla slide I'm thinkin' I make the Tesla slide Get up on the beat, I make the Tesla slide Baby, you can't fuck with me, man Big Porter, bitch, I'll be ridin Grr, grr