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

That's when I saw my mama crying

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

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

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

She said, "Baby, if you ever listen

This is the perfect time, son"

My mama told me that she had cancer, cancer

And mama might die soon

My mama told me she might die soon

My mama told me she might die soon

And when I was 15, 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 across my head

And then I 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 **** killing me

My ****, is you feeling me?

I swear I do this for the streets

You lost somebody that counts, so I'm stressing R-I-P

Now when I was 16, they sent me off to jail

I was mobbing, chilling, cooling, relaxing, sitting 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

But I was thinking 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"

That's when I knew something was wrong

I got a feeling my mama was gone

Now tell me is you feeling me?

Or do you feel the melody

Going da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-dada

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

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 **** killing me

My ****, is you feeling me?

I swear I do this for the streets

You lost somebody that counts, so I'm stressing R-I-P

Da-da-da-da-da-da-dada

Da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-dada

Da-da-da-da-da-da