My Past
Uhh, Uhh
Now I can see
Now I can see
Had to wipe off the glass baby
Now I can See
K-A-Z-A-N, I'm from ATL
Give a fuck bout my past
I can't worry bout dat
Had to wipe off the glass baby now I can see
I was down bad in last, had to run it up fast
Going straight to the bag ain't a challenge to me
I was getting sick of the hating
But patiently waiting for greatness
Allowed me to be
That nigga that make all figures
It ain't hard to figure my people relying on me
I ran it up, give af bout no limit
Jumped in the game and I put my Heart in it
If they playing games wit my niggas they finished
My Patna Leave a shirt red like a scrimmage
I'm finna have a couple cars in a minute
I swear I wanna see the stars in my ceiling
My windows is tinted, I'm counting on digits
My pockets on large get yo broad out my business
These niggas want beef in the streets but dey aint even come to the cookout and barbecue wit us
I might keep a stick on the seat, I'm steady on the lookout, I don't like argue wit niggas
Slim body freak, beat to sleep, I meet her at the cookout
And she damn near cried for a picture
Look out for Kazan he a wild luh nigga
I really really ran miles to get here
No bowling but im from the gutter, raised by the struggle and that's why I smile for pictures
I get that tough shit from my mother
She realer than others, she proud of her child but I'm mister
Mr.GottaKeepGrabbing, run it diagonal let dem folks know ima Bishop
Now Im flya then a bird, ain't talking bout flappy Bitches be tappin the insta
I swear to God I wasn't focused
I was on broke shit
Had to sit down in detention
I fumbled the bag I'm like oh shit
Mind wasn't open, promise I felt so suspended
Oh now you liking what I'm posting?
When I was posted yeen pay me no attention
Now I can't be focused on old shit
I'm on some mo shit
Can't get caught up in yo mentions
Give a fuck bout my past, I can't worry bout dat Had to wipe off the glass baby now I can see
I was down bad in last, had to run it up fast
Going straight to the bag ain't a challenge to me
I was getting sick of the hating
But patiently waiting for greatness
Allowed me to be
That nigga that make all figures
It ain't hard to figure my people relying on me
I ran it up, give af bout no limit
Jumped in the game and I put my Heart in it
If they playing games wit my niggas they finished
My Patna Leave a shirt red like a scrimmage
I'm finna have a couple cars in a minute
I swear I wanna see the stars in my ceiling
My windows is tinted, I'm counting on digits
My pockets on large get yo broad out my business
Bad bitch said I went ghost
Why tf she always doing the most
When I leave just know where I'm going
Straight to the top, I knew that fasho
No I can't flop or stop
a nigga done been through a lot
I slept on the floor
Kicking dirty in face, I went home and prayed for change
Now I'm the stepper in this hoe
Get it hot as peppers in this hoe
Put the racks on the table, on the floor
They know I want lotta paper, print some more
Tell the treasury they moving slow
If I give you money & you catch a attitude
Give me my bread, and get out da door
Stop you on red cuz you acting slow
Gunna said they too scared to go
Give a fuck bout my past, I can't worry bout dat Had to wipe off the glass baby now I can see
I was down bad in last, had to run it up fast
Going straight to the bag ain't a challenge to me
I was getting sick of the hating
But patiently waiting for greatness
Allowed me to be
That nigga that make all figures
It ain't hard to figure my people relying on me
I ran it up, give af bout no limit
Jumped in the game and I put my Heart in it
If they playing games wit my niggas they finished
My Patna Leave a shirt red like a scrimmage
I'm finna have a couple cars in a minute
I swear I wanna see the stars in my ceiling
My windows is tinted, I'm counting on digits
My pockets on large get yo broad out my business, bitch!
My pockets on large get yo broad out my business, bitch!
Get ya broad out my business, bitch!
My pockets on large get ya broad out my business, bitch!