Past Days...

Smokin' in my window, thinkin' bout my past days

Thinkin' of a plan to go get rich, we in our last days

I'm thinkin' bout my past days, when I never had J's

Them Converse, Reeboks, Oodles, Noodles, those bad days

I seen a lot of shit, some shit that left me petrified

Just cause you got a weapon, don't mean shit, I mean the best could die

They leechin' off my sound, I think I need to spray some pesticides

Don't wanna see lil Porter a ride around, makin' a Tesla slide

Ambition from my mother, and my hustle from my father's side

Came a long way for like Wayne rappin' the Carter 5