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[Verse 1] Let me take you back in time, like 2006 Moving round with sticks, I had no clue about them bricks Till I got the plug all I knew was round the bits Now I'm driving up to Sloane, tryna cop some Louis bits But I remember then, going halves on a benz Now I'm crusing in the Benz, mix some coca with some benz Young savage, don't know how my mother managed Police knocking on the door, I kept her in a panic My brother's baby mother went to jail for the shotty Mum's scared that they'll say her son's dead or killed somebody Lost niggas to the streets, to the jail, to the beef If I'm honest bar the money it's just heartache and grief Rolling up the leaf, how I find a little peace Fly out to Jamaica, sunshine, a likkle breeze Hoping the police don't find me with my piece This is my story so I write this shit with ease [Hook] No one said it would be easy But I know I've been working hard I've been through the wars, believe me I can show you battle scars Now the only L I take is L.V Shoes, belt, bag, tee, ah Ain't nothing like my past Ain't nothing like my past [Verse 2] I left home at sixteen, selling weed to stay afloat Old heads make mistakes, I was sitting taking notes I didn't go college cause the T-house was jumping I met the plug early and I learned a little something Had bitches, lost bitches and I met new bitches But I don't give a shit, I've been focused on these riches Spend my life trapping daily, nah I'm not a gimmick But when I hit the Gucci store, Master P, I've got no limit Ever see a cat O.D.? That shit is mental Tryna be successful from trapping out that rental Living in the dunya cause a different kinda hunger Now them people I was tryna reach are tryna get my number But I remember nothing in my pocket, bought that pocket rocket Till I end up in the jail, now everything is going swell Back up in the booth, I'm working like I never left DJ TR, it's been like six years, no less [Hook] No one said it would be easy But I know I've been working hard I've been through the wars, believe me I can show you battle scars Now the only L I take is L.V Shoes, belt, bag, tee, ah Ain't nothing like my past Ain't nothing like my past