Deniro Farrar - Back/Forth/Back lyrics

[Hook] Cause I've done been back and forth and forth and back Up and down like all the time, I hope I make it with these rhymes Cause I've done been up and down and down and up Stressin' all the f**in' time, I hope I make it with these rhymes [Verse: 1] Cause I've done been back and forth and forth and back Smoking loud and selling crack Stood out on the block with cops patrolling, still sold my pack Running in and out, promised momma I ain't going back When she heard them sirens, boy, she damn near had a heart attack Young with no education, I can whip a quarter back Jumping in and out the game, but I was never quarterback Bought my first quarter pound, broke it down in quarter sacks Rick Bard, rooster red, Rio, y'all remember that Beefin' on the regular, shootouts on our schedule Block hustlin' baited us, but never was I ready for Cases that I caught, got me rappin' on the regular Eliminatin' competition, crushin' all competitors So let me do what I do, can't nobody f** with me Therefore I will not f** with you, I promise to always tell the truth Stood out on the block in blistering cold, hustlin' with my troops Lookin' through my scope, when you're ready, aim that b**h and shoot [Hook] [Verse: 2] Cause I've done been up and down and down and up Stressin' all the f**in' time Still in the trap, there's junkies shootin' up like Columbine Grew accustomed to the crime, before I ever went through customs Police slammed my brother down, locked him up and handcuffed him f** the law, I live above it, b**h I'm thuggin' and I love it Back and forth, forth and back, arguments about my clubbin' Momma stressin', baby stressin' worried 'bout me, cause they love me Weighin' pounds and sellin' P's, my big brother was pushin' keys Christmas wouldn't be Christmas without no presents under the f**in' tree Sat and the round table, breakin' bread with Tune and Steve Back and forth and forth and back, chillin' with my cousin E Smokin' loud and pumpin' weed, rap is all the f** I need Watchin' movies with my niece, dreamin' 'bout my own fam Hopin' I get rich off sellin' P's and movin' white grams Really that's all the f** I know, .45 tucked in my coat Before the day my momma go I hope a n***a f**in' blows up [Hook]