C./FORTE - Back 2 My Ways

Yo
Back to my ways
Twenty five talking 'bout back in my days
I ain't leave the crib since last Friday
I ain't going nowhere if I have it my way
Blame it on the climate, yeah
Blame it on the Cov'
We doing more than the most
We out here scheming and calling it dreaming
And chasing our demons with a gulp and a toke
Tryna detect if a nigga want smoke
Tryna collect 'for a nigga go broke
If a nigga go broke, and he lost what he had
Would the fam come through, would they say too bad?
Would he move back home? Where the fuck's that at?
What about all the ones that he left in his past
Cause he come and go like a meme or a fad
He come and go like he playin' his dad, nigga
Damn
Way, way back
Riddle me this, how many people been counting on you?
I got a few, rock of my friends, rock of my girl, and my family too
Pressure been on for so fucking long
I live overlooked like my name is Solange
Still I move on, Forte stay strong
Spirit don't break like the Syndicate bond
And now I been back to my ways from back in the days
Eleven years old with parents to raise
Afraid of the bank, with dust in the safe
My dad say a lot but it's not to my face
Fast forward, now I'm twenty four
Been through it all but there's plenty more
Grew to the man that I knew I would be
I ain't look down on you but I look up to me
Cell phone numbers come and go
Well known lovers ebb and flow
Grown so you think you gonna know
But sometimes you never gonna know, so
Back to my ways, went MIA for the past few days
And I made mistakes but I still feel great
Got a couple complaints but we still okay, aye
Still O'
Still Okay
Still O'
Still Okay
Still O'
Still Okay
Still O'
Still Okay
Imma do this shit until I get a Cole feature, no visa
Crossing over to the other side every time I roll keef up
No leaves are changing, history repeats and
Old faces make me so anxious, never go places
'Less I'm so wasted, all I hold sacred feeling so faded
Feeling like I'm slipping to the old ways again
There I go getting back to my
Way, back to the ways again
Didn't have a home
We was on our own nigga
Now we making it
I ain't ever going back wherever Ma is at
Nah. we ain't bout to take it there
Really thought I had to go
I was bout to go
We about to go (Ay,yea)
There I go getting back to my
Way, way back to the ways again
Didn't have a home
We was on our own nigga
Now we making it
I ain't ever going back wherever Ma is at
Na we ain't bout to take it there
Really thought I had to go
I was bout to go
We about to go

Written by:
Carshuan Davenport, Joe Forte

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