Mason Sova - Way Back When

It's some old school shit right here

Way Back when
Poppa had me pushing pack
Out some lil bags
Now out here I'm tryna make a rack
Off some lil raps
Call me spolliolli imma grad
You a fuckin fad
Don't you be a bully
Call me Wack that's a fuckin fact
What you even thinking I ain't mad
Honestly I'm glad
Just to have my name up in your mouth
Like a fuckin sack
Get the hell up off me
Don't you dare (Dare) come up in my house
Tell the Tom cat yeah get offa my mouse
N' You had better wipe ya feet fore ya come in the door
I don't need you dragging all your dirt up on my floor
And I'm a dirty mother fucker yeah straight to the core
But I don't need your competition
I ain't keeping your score
It's all about me
I would never tell you a lie
But you would doubt me
Look at you thinking you're fly
And so astounding
You ain't never been a stage
Ya heart pounding
Ain't nobody knowing your name
You get em bouncing
Get em in tune this mood is so fluent
Imagine 5 years and I'm going stupid
Spider man swinging
Fuck the pollution
I'm Peter Parker before the big bite
Imagine what I'll do when I'm doing it right
Imma have bigger buzz than bees or shug knight
Bitch

I love this shit

La da da

La da da da
Ah da da
Ah da da

Some of these people are trying to tell me that I'm gonna loose my style
But I'm in a place where running a race is really just wha wha wild
And I got a couple of homies supporting and running that word of mouth
So tell me again if I was your friend then where are you nuh nuh now
Nowhere you're gone
And I'm gonna be so beyond
All of that petty shit
Go head n hit your lick and live on
But I'm gonna be locked down in the basement just writing a new song
Taking it back to way back when like
Kroger with coupons

Written by:
mason sova

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