My Past

[Julius] I came up a lowlife, no easy way to say it But the same streets paved with mistakes is gon' lead the way to greatness Sometimes I don't complain about the wait And other times it makes me sick enough to see a doctor, either way I'm patient Semen on these pages, bust hard I'm on these DJ's heads 'til my team is on they playlist Peep the way the cadence lay on these beats and leak through the speakers I be speakin' game like [?] Your bitch want me to spend a week away A secret stay in Vegas cause she be sayin' that secrets stay in Vegas But I ain't focused on T&A, I wanna eat that piece of cake But when I say that piece of cake, I'm speakin' major payment When leaves fall from money trees, my team is there to rake it You gotta make it anyway you deem ok to make it The ends justify the means, I'm sayin' Say crime doesn't pay, but so many criminals with ends that just defy the meanin' of that statement Shit, y'all ain't listenin' Let me get back in it I wasn't a rich kid, the type of kid that didn't get shit for Christmas Just a fuckin' misfit Sometimes hand-me-down outfits went from my older bro to my younger bro So, shit, sometimes I had them miss fits When I say "younger bro", I mean the same younger bro that's gon' be rappin' on this shit if y'all keep listenin' The type of cloth I'm cut from's an inch thick, can't rip it Yo cloth soft as yarn, the shit you knit with, you nitwit Dig it, I been through so much hardship, I hit the liquor hard I think I put a fist print in liquid Just tryin' to feed them little ones in booster seats I got truth to speak, tell em what we doin' Keith [Kenny] I'll tell em what we doin', peep Grindin' like them freaks do in sheets Keep chewin' beats, they can't see you or me (You make heat, I do agree) My newest speech, keep talkin' that shit, got no chill cuz that ain't cool with me I remember being evicted from our spots Tryin' to be silent when we heard the sheriff cop knock Livin' in motels, eatin' out of a crock pot Little nigga, neighbors to a nigga slangin' hot rocks Lived a life that never felt fair Tryin' to go from welfare to Bel-Air I was just a little bastard who was raised and lived in Los Angeles I ain't never had shit, the way I was livin' was scandalous Life put me through hardships, as a kid forced me to panhandle Now it's gon' get this hard dick Life gon' get this package and pay for shippin' and handlin', it's the truth You don't believe me, sex with a girl sheep, fuck you Nigga's who don't feel it's gon' feel it Yeah, a nigga gon' kill it, home skillet To keep my mind at peace, Swishers are what I'm high on To survive in these trenches, I get my fight on To show guys I mean business, I keep my tie on The prize and these bitches, I keep my eye on I get my write on, all day nigga, all night It's therapeutic, I'll write 'til I'm alright If you don't think I have hard raps and lyrics What you must be hard at is hearin' Yeah, come sit on my plate Rappers may as well come sit on my plate [Julius] Spit like we hate humanity, we tryin' to finish the race [Kenny] On tracks, we'll be first place when we finish the race The Shoes!