Way Back - Shakewell

We gon' keep on spendin' money 'cause it keep on comin' in

Mama told me 'bout my spendin', I don’t see no end of this

I’ma keep on buyin' dope, gold pendant, gold rope

I’ma keep on poppin' sticks, hope I can remember this

And we go way back

That don’t mean nothin' when your homies is turned rat

I can’t feel nothin', I’m still numb off them pain meds

This for all my homies who left and they came back

God bless my homies who still servin' the slang packs

2 a.m., I’m up in the Valley, need some codeine dreams

Slangin' Karo cut with benzo, the fuck you know 'bout me?

It ain’t nothin, no discussion, kill slang for them benjis and profits

I got banana clips and choppas, split you, put you in coffins

Sippin' banana split, bitch, that be the Tech with the 'tussin

Holdin', grippin', your life, cut, no need for the fightin' and fussin'

Matter fact, way past that, 'cause now you’re six feet deep

All But 6 is rollin', stoppin, hockin' for licks, so I creep

On my knees, you’ll never catch me 'cause I’m too G’d up

Keep a shank on my hip, lil' 'migo got the stick and about four lines in my cup

Boy, get to walkin', lil' mane, I’m 'bout my money, lil' mane

I pull my heat up out, 'bout to dry you like some chalk in this thing

Those scripts keep callin' my name, birds in the trap and they sing

Keep on grindin', guarantee it gon' pay off, not in a day

That’s why we hardly the same, there ain’t no shame to my game

This all 'bout loyalty, then why you throwin' salt on my name?

We gon' keep on spendin' money 'cause it keep on comin' in

Mama told me 'bout my spendin', I don’t see no end of this

I’ma keep on buyin' dope, gold pendant, gold rope

I’ma keep on poppin' sticks, hope I can remember this

And we go way back

That don’t mean nothin' when your homies is turned rat

I can’t feel nothin', I’m still numb off them pain meds

This for all my homies who left and they came back

God bless my homies who still servin' the slang packs