Past Lîfe

R.I.P. all of my niggas that ain't get to make it here this year, shine with the racks I walk in the building, she look in my eyes and she look in my clothes and she wanting The sex I hope in the all white Ferrari the people be looking at bitches, be dropping the neck If it ain't bout no money, nigga, don't call my phone cause I'm all about the racks And R.I.P. all of my niggas that's dead and gone and they get the smoke on the thracks And free of my niggas that's up in the pen, when they getting out, I'm pouring some lean It's all type of money calling on my fucking phone, I swear that you won't believe You won't believe The shit that I seen in my past, the shit that I did in my past I hop in a coupe and I'm doing that dash I hop in the mafucking, I hop in on my mafucking Everyday I left a gamble, you gotta wake up and you gotta go get it These niggas be phony, these niggas be capping, they ain't in the streets and they ain't even with it They don't even know what it's like to go pick up a Glock and go put it to a nigga's fitted The only reason that I'm talking bout it, that you hearing bout it, cause they all niggas did it The shit that I seen in my past, the shit that I did in my past The shit that I seen in my past Too many drugs in my, too many drugs in my I really been chosen, I really been going I hop on a jet and I'm going to Spain I walk the neimans, I'm making it rain Margiela my fashion Louis my fashion Gucci my fashion I bought her a Birkin to leave me alone Shorty annoying I told her go home I got her a bad yellow bone I got her a bad red bone RIP all of my niggas that ain't get to make it hit it She a shine with the racks Too many drugs in my, too many drugs in my I really been chosen, I really been going I hop on a jet and I'm going to Spain I walk the neimans, I'm making it rain Margiela my passion Gucci my passion