Reflections

[Verse 1]
Caught from my moms
Kush coughing got me cotton mouth
Eviction what she talking bout
96 was a problem child
What goes around comes around
Hollow tip turned me down
Now shoot through rappers
A fugi's blasting 2005
Cold world
Learned lessons from old girls
Threw trust in the trash bag
But lust got me back now
I can't change for ya
Wouldn't be the same if I pulled in a range for you
Thinkin about the days when
I couldn't get a hey from ya
That's life
Can't accept it or regret it
Know my verbal smith and wesson
Convert my message into bejamins
I'm back at the hairs
Cause my brother lacking some mare
Lace my David Robinsons
Me and the moccasins on top of them
Like yeah
Can I live can I live?
I'm coming back home with a deal
Can ya dig?
Cause my money background
Never matched where i'm at now
Hoes mad they attached now
When I holla out the lac' now

[Hook]
I'm thinking about back in the day
And how i'm in a better place
Ain't Nobody can't tell me nothin
My problems in the ashtray
Give a fuck what another one say
Cuz i'm rollin
Rollin, paper foldin, golden
Lord won't you you show me the way?
All my life is been a stop
Still thinking bout back in the day
Still thinking bout back in the day
Heyy

[Verse 2]
10th grade homie stained on my mind, hey
Said baby when you gonna make it in time
At graduation old girls confessing what they saw in me
12 years old mom was investing in the lottery
Maybe we can scratch off all our problems
And blast off
Until that day I chase the cash
Moms saving change in the glass jar
The GMC was on E
Team in the backseat
Pitch in for a gram of weed then
We stoppin in the street
God damn, so damn vicious
Praying that the world might see my vision
Say what?
God damn only my grandma listen
Plotting on a million
While the landlord bitching
Oh no, i'm a problem
Was humble until the henny bottle
Wanna save the world
Now want Maserati's in my garages
Collages of my life
All protrayed thru Picasso
Reflect on back in the day
Wouldn't change a thing about it

[Hook]
I'm thinking about back in the day
And how i'm in a better place
Nobody can't tell me nothin
My problems in the ashtray
Give a fuck what another one say
Cuz i'm rollin
Rollin, paper foldin, golden
Lord won't you you show me the way?
All my life is been a stop
Still thinking bout back in the day
Still thinking bout back in the day
Heyy