Premium Jae - Letter To My Past

I wish I had have listened the coach
And played ball
Running through the streets
Done made me take a harder fall
Why you ain't listen
Why you was acting grown
Why you was selling pounds
Why you was shooting poles
How come you went to school
To break the rules and raise hell
They kicked you off the parking lot
For the weed smells
You out here crashing out
You fin to catch a case
The police pulled you over
You took them on a high speed chase
You trying to make a mil
But its coming to slow
You got to find
A way to get it but don't force it bro
Slow ya roll young in
You got time to live
Yo cousin died at nineteen
But it ain't the end
Show them yo future dreams
Keep on rapping names
Don't forget bout Redd Tony
Or Aubrey Bridger name
You a young king
Just believe in yourself
The best is yet to come
Timing is something else
Never stop grinding
Make sure you put on a show
They doubted you back then
But now you shining like pro
Move yo momma out the hood
By chasing ya dreams
The grass can be greener on this side
Just water ya seed
Never stop grinding
Make sure you put on a show
They doubted you back then
But now you done double the score
Moving smarter through the hood
Ain't as hard as it seems
You can make it up out the hood
Just follow ya dreams
Remember going to jail
And you ain't even did shit
Ya baby momma calling in
On you for dirt she did
Now you done lost ya job
How you gone get paid
You graduated school
And went to jail the next day
Yeah you fresh as hell
But ya funds low
You all in the club
Impressing all these basic hoes
You trying to crack a smile
But ain't shit real
Ya granny preaching to you
But you got some deaf ears
You getting ya shit together
But its going slow
You met a shorty
Who gone take you out ya misery though
Keep ya head up
And just stay in yo lane
Time is money so keep focus
Success ain't a game
You got ya life together
You own a couple houses
You riding around in whips that cost
Somewhere round fifty thousand
Be the motivation
Cause you the chosen one
But keep ya guard up better days
Is set to come
Never stop grinding
Make sure you put on a show
They doubted you back then
But now you shining like pro
Move yo momma out the hood
By chasing yo dreams
The grass can be greener on this side
Just water ya seed
Never stop grinding
Make sure you put on a show
They doubted you back then
But now you done double the score
Moving smarter through the hood
Ain't as hard as it seems
You can make it out the hood
Just follow ya dreams

Written by:
Jalen Brown

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