Porter Ray - Past Life lyrics

[Intro: ...Traumatized] [Verse 1: Porter Ray] Before my n***a got shot in the face And all my homeboys got caught in a case BIG, Lox I was boppin' to Mase Madison block had us rockin' the base Chased by a cop with a sock full'a beige Face front page Put a bullet in your braids We all die young Caught by a stray Shoebox money Moved up to a safe Pounds in the 'fridge White tee shirt Tre pound on my hip Iphone 6 with an ounce in the whip Alpine pump Dogg Pound and Tha Klick Bounce to the sh** Blunt in my ear Switch lanes See my son in the mirror Gun in my gear if someone interfere Chasin' my dreams I ain't runnin' from fear Chances is slim when u coming from here [Interlude: sh** crazy my n***a. ??? fly home my n***a.] [Bridge: Porter Ray] Stuck in the past Thinkin' 'bout women that I f**ed in the past Places I been Faces I met Friendships I had But it jus' couldn't last [Verse 1 (con't): Porter Ray] Questions I had but I just couldn't ask Before LJ got k**ed in a crash Money that I spent when I just should'a stashed And my grandmother's words that i just couldn't grasp at the time Gla** full'a wine Blunt full'a hash Count math while I'm pa**in' the time My n***a in cla** with the .9 Me and Ca$htro pa** dro We the last of our kind Flirt with the fiends Turned fifteen now I'm purchasing lean bu*terfly's blue and the dolphins is green MDMA had me lost in a dream [Interlude: Man thems was the good ol' days right there. Man them was priceless times. Real priceless sh** right there.] [Verse 2: Ca$htro] Gold rings on the finger of a king Designer labels you gon' notice from the seams From the eighties seen dope make fiends On the move gotta tend to my dreams Rubberband money knotted in a shoebox Chase more funds Give no f**s what you got Get money in the hood Tryna' make a joog Me and my n***as made it too hot Real life n***a always gotta eat up Ain't never been the type to get beat up Inspire hustle Over time you n***as see us ??? the differences we all had between us Live my life in these streets Like really writin' these streets Stay with my hustle Missin' my n***as They restin' in peace Survived hella ??? shootouts Hella friendships grew out Hella focused on a new route A young old n***a something you already knew 'bout Big bruh told me never fear a man Squeeze L.A.M. with the both of my hands Rool a blunt with the both of them grams Tomorrow's not promised Supply and demand I got a queen to give me everything I need Mo' money, mo' respect, mo' weed Mo' power, mo' hate, mo' greed No trust for a n***a in the street And the trap going hard for a purpose Did it all Look back So worthless Trapped more so a n***a had to work less Leave all that I offer in churches Stuck in the past Thinkin' 'bout women that I f**ed in the past Places I been Faces I met Friendships I had But it jus' couldn't last [Interlude: Crazy but we still here though, like I always tell you though. We still goin. We still standing strong.] [Verse 3: Porter Ray] Then i get lost in my dreams See my dad and we talk in my dreams For hours it seems Of cowards and kings Pop champagne Then i shower my queens Like flowers in Spring Pill on my tongue 151 Weed smoke in my lungs Lean on my blunt Got coke in my gums Tre-five-seven Get smoked if u want For touchin' my scrill n***a f** what you feel My brother was k**ed So I'm huggin' the steel Swallow a pill Man that Summer was ill Capsules dissolve And I'm lovin' the feel [Interlude: I'm back. Free J.D. man. Free my n***a J.D. Free my family, man. Free J.D. man. ??? shot my guy. Free J.D. I'ma keep screaming that 'til he come home. Shout out to all the real n***as. All the n***as who stay real, I grew up under the same household with, slept on the same floors with, ate the same mom's home cooked meals with. Shout out to all y'all even if we don't rock it no more. You know it's all love. I love all y'all.]