Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cantrell
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Steve Cantrell
Songwriter
Maxwell Goldman
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
MiSCHiEF BOY
Producer
Aaron Sumlin
Producer
Lyrics
I come down and I swerve
Yeah
I come down, feel like Earl Price
Risin' up now my serve, nice
I go down, change my girl life
(Ha-ha)
Can't no fame make my wrongs rights
Humble pie by the slice, no
APC, boy this faded glory
This the Ford Taurus
This the Acura sittin' on 18"s, I'ma say they 20"s
Where they dare a **** come and take it from 'em
If you feelin' froggy
I was leap years ahead of anything that coulda took me under
Where we went, I'm convinced you ain't been
Late on rent from payin' dues
Prime time, on my shit, let me vent
Wake 'em up, never snooze
Out of sight, out of mind
Homicides, pray you never make the news
Pray we makin' better moves
Tell 'em somethin' they never knew
Take it way back
Way back
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Way back
Way back
Lil' Steve with the wave cap
Or the braids back
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Way back
Way back
(Oh no man, look)
Way back before the deal
Way back before the shine
Way back before the glow
Way back before the climb
Way back before the moves
Way back before the ride
Way back (Way back)
Way back (Way back)
Way back
Obstacles are optical illusions
They ain't really there but jump high anyway
Jump high just in case
I'm Deion makin' plays
Fuck the code, we crack the safe
If it ain't there, make a way
Southern bred, no roll tide, makin' waves
My dues are paid
I bring the flames
I run the maze and come out clean
You don't know the half I've seen
They hopped the pot and came out cream
Momma worked the wrist to serve the fiends
Family business, I flipped the kitchen to a
Place to give my deepest feelin's to 'em
If you ain't with it, you gettin' evicted ****
Brick by brick, I built this building ****
They can't act like they don't hear me now
I break the mould, they probably fear me, huh?
Break the bread, we toast to winnin'
Don't you sip the blood if you ain't really with it, boy
Ain't nothin' changed
Still got a hunnid dreams to my name
Still got battle wounds from my pain
Still tryna find my way through this thing
Takin' y'all way back
Way back
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Way back
Way back
Lil' Steve with the wave cap (Uh-huh)
Or the braids back (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
(Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?)
Way back
Way back
(Oh no man, look)
Way back before the deal
Way back before the shine (Yeah, yeah)
Way back before the glow
Way back before the climb (Yeah, yeah)
Way back before the moves
Way back before the ride
Way back (Way back)
Way back (Way back)
Way back (Way back, way back)
What up boy?
It's your Uncle Mike
Your momma told me about your little situation
I'm sorry things couldn't work out between you and what I'ma call it, but hey
It's plenty more out there, man
You'll find the one for you
Until then, keep your head up
Have some fun
And don't be silly, man
Wrap your willy
Aight, call me back
Written by: Maxwell Goldman, Steve Cantrell

