Forward

[Intro] [Verse 1: Jarred A.G.] I'mma take y'all back to a time When the grind was a rhyme In a notebook, it felt so good I was passin' joints in the back of the class like a no-look Puerto rican pistol Pete Skinny clean teen tryna hit them sheets With some freaks down the street that I peeped last week Tryna think up schemes with a team, that's me Breathe in and I breathe out We in and then we out In the back of the classroom.....shit Rollin up weed cuz I had to Now the ink stains veins like tattoos Try and get out and make that move Cash rules everything around me Lay my head and my feet in The same beats that you found me In, the city of wind The city is gritty pity any who wanna step to this Immaculate rapper who pack in the passion You pack in the weed and you pass it But I don't give a fuck and you'll know if l laughin Fall back my dude Blow ya mind I ain't even strapped my dude I can cop the choppa boy thats not you I can pop the choppa boy that's not coo With this I put my culture in orbit Can't see all of me cuz my parts are distorted My heart and my mind all seem important I don't speak that fake talk y'all seem foreign Chitown raised me, all things Jordan You know what that means, we all keep scorin' Y'all prefer to hold it down We prefer to hold the crown No progression the question's What the fuck am I holdin now?