F.G.S. - Take It Back

Let's take it back to times, when we came up from the bottom
Before all of the money and designer, I'ma get it, I ain't got it
All this spinnin' shit been fuckin' up my concious
'Cause we know that these niggas ain't solid

Let's take it back to times, when we came up from the bottom
Before all of the money and designer, I'ma get it, I ain't got it
All this spinnin' shit been fuckin' up my concious
'Cause we know that these niggas ain't solid

Say all this spinnin' shit been fuckin' up my conscience
I'm out my mind, I might as well get out my body
First it was Lent, now I got benjis in my pocket
If he play shit, I'ma drop him

If I see him, I'm gon' rock em
Bottom line, shit, I ain't have it
Way I grew up, she was tragic
Shit, I had the heat and work, I had to stash it for my granny

Hangin' up when she talk-sassy, bitch, I'm slidin', say it's static
Ain't no problem, we can keep k's and choppers, know shit automatic
Way I grew up, can't complain about it
I just want some change about it

Know that I won't change about it, gon' step off in that rain
Bout it, 4TF, yea, we the mob, we won't change nigga
And if you step then, I'ma pop his ass, no painkillers
Let's take it back to times, when we came up from the bottom

Before all of the money and designer, I'ma get it, I ain't got it
All this spinnin' shit been fuckin' up my concious
'Cause we know that these niggas ain't solid
Let's take it back to times, when we came up from the bottom

Before all of the money and designer, I'ma get it, I ain't got it
All this spinnin' shit been fuckin' up my concious
'Cause we know that these niggas ain't solid
When we ain't have it, you was my brother

You was my partner, you was my dog, say
When you come up, don't forget your dog and that was law, okay
I was on that block, I was sellin' raw and sellin' weed and yay
Get out my body, I talk my shit when I'm off that Hennessy

It's free, my brother's free, Lil' Kilo, know he beat that case
I lost my daughter and my mind, shit won't be the same
I bought a four and pop a Perky, spose to ease my pain
I up the dose I don't do shit, cause I still feel the same

Wide body! Track hawk, got murder of my conscience
Paranoid I'm hearin', voices in my head, it told me pop him
Vivid dreams, poppin' peas, servin' peas, out Maserati
I'm up they see, I got it, duckin', feds', an paparazzi
Let's take it back to times, when we came up from the bottom
Before all of the money and designer, I'ma get it, I ain't got it
All this spinnin' shit, been fuckin' up my concious
'Cause we know that these niggas ain't solid

Let's take it back to times, when we came up from the bottom
Before all of the money and designer, I'ma get it, I ain't got it
All this spinnin' shit, been fuckin' up my conscience
'Cause we know that these niggas ain't solid

Written by:
Kristian Neville, Ramon Wilson

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