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

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