Back Then

[Intro]
What do you desire?
Yo, Max!

[Chorus]
Back then they ain't fuck with me
I just wanna roll my weed
I really just wanna leave
Everything's not what it seems
Let's go to Saks, I need some jeans
I'm smokin' so much Woodjamins
I ash it, I can't keep it clean
Burnt holes in my APC's
Shawty wanna fuck with me
But back then she ain't fuck with me
I got hoes like one, two, three
I'm the type to set 'em free
She said, "Fulcrum, you're the one for me"
Sorry girl, I gotta leave
Sorry girl, I gotta leave

[Verse]
All this shit, it comes to me
What the fuck it fuckin' means?
Sometimes I can barely breathe
Smokin' dope and I can't see
Yodieland, it's like a dream
All of these memories
Yeah, they keep on hauntin' me
Yeah, they keep on hauntin' me
And there is no stopping me
Why this bitch keep stalking me?
She wan' go on shoppin' sprees
Well, bitch what have you done for me?
Got myself Amiri jeans
Do this for my family tree
Do this for my friends and all the people that were there for me
Why you callin' me on my phone?
It takes me out my fuckin' zone
Racks are calling, vamonos
Racks are calling, I gotta go
You can't hit my blunt, it's personal
Facing blunts all day, I'm way too blowed
I'm in Yodieland and you can't come
In Yodieland and you can't come
Back in class, I ain't say much
Back then they ain't say, "What's up?"
And now they wanna dap me up
That's some bum shit, I'm like, "What the fuck?"
I'm in Yodieland, I'ma run it up
Watch how I just fucking run it up
All these bitches choosin' and
They're the ones you fucking cuff
3 blunts for my fucking lunch
All these people I don't trust
They just wanna chat it up
I will not for a hundred bucks
Y'all some whole feds, y'all can't hang with us
And this pack, I'm gonna blow it up
And this pack, I'm gonna blow it up
Sorry girl, I'm gonna cut
All my words just make her blush
I don't really ask for much
Free these hoes, not trappin' them
Smoking packs, not trappin' them
In Yodieland, and I live it up
She's fucking with me, I ain't feeling ya
She talking to me, I ain't hearing though (Uhhhh)

[Chorus]
Back then they ain't fuck with me
I just wanna roll my weed
I really just wanna leave
Everything's not what it seems
Let's go to Saks, I need some jeans
I'm smokin' so much Woodjamins
I ash it, I can't keep it clean
Burnt holes in my APC's
Shawty wanna fuck with me
But back then she ain't fuck with me
I got hoes like one, two, three
I'm the type to set 'em free
She said, "Fulcrum, you're the one for me"
Sorry girl, I gotta leave
Sorry girl, I gotta leave

[Outro]
It's like this shit just happened all at once