LDE Whyte - LookBack Lyrics

Sitting down had to look back at all the shit i been thru
Same ones used to dap you up be the ones who go against you
Blow away my memories like i write em with a pencil
Never let em treat u like u just a
Utensil
Kept this shit in the vault ima drop this shit just like a missile
Respect me like a man i ain't that boy in the middle
Fake becoming real it starting sound like a riddle
Damn i wish twelve never caught me with that pistol

Tired of these lies they telling, rise up, propel em
I don't f*ck with you or yo homie go run and tell em
Keep my circle pumped up, we ride like we michelin
In the game i'm locked in like i kept on retwisting em
Here to stay ain't popping in they taking pics and cropping in
I don't need no shot of henn im all good if the broccoli in
Popping shit like a microwave Had the trap jumping in my michael j's
Surfs up better ride the wave Tsunami drip get splashed away

I don't got no time for no hater you can catch me later
On a route heading straight to the paper had pull some capers
Twelve pull up on the scene, disappear like vapor
Together like a stapler only sticking to the paper
Forever we gone ball, we stand tall till the very end
Know this shit f*cked up, in this world can't trust your own kin
Dreaming of a million getting woke up for role call
Mother f*ck the system ima abide by my own laws
How another man gone have the power to throw someone's life away
Always got a point to prove never think about the price you pay
MCM mind chasing money from monday to sunday
This no joke, these hoes broke, getting scooped up like a sundae
Get it how you live it, play it smart and stack yo digits
Chips like master p in the mall, splurging with no limit
Ima break the law, this shit ain't sweet like a lemon
I don't give a damn what you think, i'm focused on these women
How yo head come with two face? ripleys can't believe it
Pretty face, with a slim waist but inside a demon
That just goes to show you how looks can be deceiving
I can't thank enough for all the blessings i receiving
Stuck somewhere between good and bad can't stress bout what u could of had
Need to focus on a bigger bag, a new whip that can do the dash
I've been living my life fast that's all gas pray i don't crash
Ball hard like steve nash in ot make that bitch splash

Sitting down had to look back at all the shit i been thru
Same ones used to dap you up be the ones who go against you
Blow away my memories like i write em with a pencil
Never let em treat u like u just a
Utensil
Kept this shit in the vault ima drop this shit just like a missile
Respect me like a man i ain't that boy in the middle
Fake becoming real it starting sound like a riddle
Damn i wish twelve never caught me with that pistol