Letter To My Past Lyrics

I wish I had have listened the coach

And played ball

Running through the streets

Done made me take a harder fall

Why you ain't listen

Why you was acting grown

Why you was selling pounds

Why you was shooting poles

How come you went to school

To break the rules and raise hell

They kicked you off the parking lot

For the weed smells

You out here crashing out

You fin to catch a case

The police pulled you over

You took them on a high speed chase

You trying to make a mil

But its coming to slow

You got to find

A way to get it but don't force it bro

Slow ya roll young in

You got time to live

Yo cousin died at nineteen

But it ain't the end

Show them yo future dreams

Keep on rapping names

Don't forget bout Redd Tony

Or Aubrey Bridger name

You a young king

Just believe in yourself

The best is yet to come

Timing is something else

Never stop grinding

Make sure you put on a show

They doubted you back then

But now you shining like pro

Move yo momma out the hood

By chasing ya dreams

The grass can be greener on this side

Just water ya seed

Never stop grinding

Make sure you put on a show

They doubted you back then

But now you done double the score

Moving smarter through the hood

Ain't as hard as it seems

You can make it up out the hood

Just follow ya dreams

Remember going to jail

And you ain't even did shit

Ya baby momma calling in

On you for dirt she did

Now you done lost ya job

How you gone get paid

You graduated school

And went to jail the next day

Yeah you fresh as hell

But ya funds low

You all in the club

Impressing all these basic hoes

You trying to crack a smile

But ain't shit real

Ya granny preaching to you

But you got some deaf ears

You getting ya shit together

But its going slow

You met a shorty

Who gone take you out ya misery though

Keep ya head up

And just stay in yo lane

Time is money so keep focus

Success ain't a game

You got ya life together

You own a couple houses

You riding around in whips that cost

Somewhere round fifty thousand

Be the motivation

Cause you the chosen one

But keep ya guard up better days

Is set to come

Never stop grinding

Make sure you put on a show

They doubted you back then

But now you shining like pro

Move yo momma out the hood

By chasing yo dreams

The grass can be greener on this side

Just water ya seed

Never stop grinding

Make sure you put on a show

They doubted you back then

But now you done double the score

Moving smarter through the hood

Ain't as hard as it seems

You can make it out the hood

Just follow ya dreams