I had a flashback
Of me and the rat pack, and it was 2009
He had the coke in the backpack
If we find who buys
He would spare a few lines
Skim off the top enough times
By the end of the night we get out of our minds
And break it out like a feeding frenzy
On the sidewalk
People couldn’t believe their eyes
I’m not embarrassed to say I consider those moments the best of my life
And still when I think of it, I get this feeling of pride in me that I can’t describe
Feeling a rumbling inside
We ignored the signs of thunder outside
A reflection of something denied
But we were just young and trying to get high
I ain’t gon' lie
I’m surprised most of us managed to make it alive
Without getting killed or locked up for life
A couple occasions, believe me, they tried
We were just big kids
Before the days of facing big bids
I'm coming back home for a visit
And to see how much taller your kid is
And see how much bigger your crib is
Though I'm knowing the weight on your back is much bigga
Roles have been shifted, now u a giver
Back in the day was my hitta
This rap shit don’t feed you
The whole family need you
You trying to go legal
They way that they treat you
The pay isn’t equal
Your pathway beneath you is split between lethal and peaceful
Stuck at a standstill
It feel like the weight of the world is pressed up against you
You clean out your glock, evaluate your mental
Cock it back, face it right against your temple
Say what you want about me but
Don't ever say that I forgot to say thank you
You taught me there isn't a thing in this world that I couldn't handle
Habits that we allowed
Issues we disavowed
Behaviors that made us proud
Manifest in the now
You know I’m foreal
I’m sliding till I don’t have time to kill
If I threw off the vibe I’m just kinda pilt
My environment so violent, still
And I got survivors guilt
Yeah I got survivors guilt
I ride till I die but I’m driving tonight
Cuz I don’t trust nobody behind the wheel
I got survivors guilt
You know my life is real
I got no time to chill
I got survivors guilt
Maybe I’m jaded
Recently feeling like playing these games is so overrated
Overstated, oversaturated
Over promises, exaggerated
You see what people will do just make it?
It’s crazy
For some it’s the only way out
Now they're pounding the walls just to break out
Is it purely for passion or payout?
Barbecues at the safe house
Mob meetings at the steak house
Trap out the whole story
But that wasn’t half of the whole story
And this is all you had to hold for me
Nothing but loyalty
Mobbin, I listen to Jack
Look at these new rappers glowin up
Growin up, they didn’t listen to rap
Listen to trap
But ain’t been in the trap
Now we are all in accordance
Illuminati called my phone
I ignored it
My innermost thoughts and my secrets recorded
The promises look good when you can’t afford it
My car is imported I Honda Accord it
The family support it
The rest could ignore it
What’s really important
The people you love or these tourists?
I bring it back to the source
We in the streets, building up with my community
The difference between you and me?
You're breaking your back just to fit in this industry
There is no impunity
Speak about culture, let’s see it reflect on your payroll
I went to ya studio and it was whole lotta white people sniffin on yayo
People want out of the struggle so bad, they’d rather have labels enslave you
These rappers aren’t able to see that the promise their selling is really a fable
They see your hunger as desperation
You feel them uppers, then they take you under
It takes me back to the summer,
We would’ve jacked them when we was younger
I had to cut off some homies
Cuz animosity, they not moving properly
It got em all actin phony
I talk about how growing, he act like I owe him
And If he could, he'd probably clone me
Thank god for my real ones
I’d be so lonely
But nobody own me, even if you posted my bail
You can’t my freedom, my soul ain’t for sale
Yeah, my soul ain't for sale
Bring it back