Let Me Take Yall Way Back

Let me take y'all way back, way back, when I was eight years old

I was playing in my front yard, front yard, I ran through the back door

Thats when I saw my momma crying

I said I asked, "What's wrong?"

I said I asked my momma, "What's wrong?"

I said I asked my momma, "What's wrong?"

She said, "Baby, if you ever listen, this is the perfect time to"

My momma told me that she had cancer, cancer

And momma might die soon

My momma told me she might die soon

My momma told me she might die soon

And when I was fifteen, standing on that block

That's when a black Monte Carlo pulled up, pulled up

And started letting out shots

That's when a bullet went 'cross my head

And then laid there, thinking I was dead

I told them I ain't got time for this, not tonight

They wanna take my soul

Now every night when I have those dreams about a **** killin' me

My ****, is you feelin' me?

I swear I do this for the streets

You lost somebody that counts, so I'm stressin' R.I.P

Now when I was sixteen, they sent me off to jail

I was vibin', chillin', coolin', relaxin', sittin' back to myself

That's when an officer came and got me, got me

And took me up those stairs

And I just swear I was finna cause hell

Man, I was thinkin' like, "Man, what the hell?"

When I walked up in that office, that office

And I picked up that phone

I heard my grandma voice say, "Lil baby boy, be strong"

Thats when I knew something was wrong

I gotta feelin' my momma was gone

Now tell me is you feelin' me, or do you feel the melody?

Going da-da-da-da-da-da, a-da-da-da-da-daa

A-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, a-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa

I told them I ain't got time for this, not tonight

They wanna take my soul

Now every night when I have those dreams about a **** killin' me

My ****, is you feelin' me?

I swear I do this for the streets

You lost somebody that counts, so I'm stressin' R.I.P

Going da-da-da-da-da-da, a-da-da-da-da-daa

A-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa, a-da-da-da-da-da-da-daa