Back Then lyrics

I said I came into this game young and yay tall
Gold Mouth shot me a bill, copped my first 8 ball

(Yall f*ck n*ggas betta get it together n*gga
Watch how I get gangsta man, f*ck wit me shorty lets go)

n*gga I was focused, knew what it took to get there
Now I'm 14 working wit' a half a block fare
Hoes, getting money, having twice the fun
And don't play wit' it dog, we got twice the guns
When I was young, serving n*ggas thats twice my age
Getting it, riding hard, getting twice the paid

(Ay, what the f*ck, it's Jeezy n*gga, let's go)

Older n*ggas hating dog, they don't want it wit us
See us in the street dog, they don't want it wit us
n*ggas snitching, n*ggas telling, they don't want it wit us
Me and my lil' n*ggas yall, see we kicked up dust
Straight gangsta sh*t dog, we nothing but mobstas
How the f*ck you n*ggas gon' try to rob the robbers?

(Don't get yo mothaf*ckin' head split n*gga
CTE n*gga, f*ck wit me, let's go)

We talkin' back when I was trapping on Lumpkin Road
I had the cut dog, n*gga wit the hammers and load
The first n*gga in the hood wit a set of Vogues
We used to hit the high school n*gga and scoop up hoes
Older n*ggas hatin' yall, but its all good
I had the two 12s in my trunk wit the Kenwood n*gga
(What you know about that n*gga? I'm true to this sh*t n*gga
I been doing this since 'Here We Go', let's go)

I'm talkin when Masta P dropped 'Ice Cream Man'
I was posted on the corner wit' the ice cream man
All the gangsta and the killas they be giving me dap
Back when me and Goldmouth used to fall asleep on the trap
sh*t, stayed in some sh*t, we a shot for fun
Back when Lil Monique used to hold my bun n*gga

(Hold up, yall think this a rap n*gga talking to yall man?
Yall think about what ya hearing pimpin', let's go)

I'm talking back when Mailman use to play B-ball
And yall was mad cuz we wouldn't even f*ckin' wit yall
Yall use to page a young n*gga and I wouldn't even call
But you could catch me coppin' all the fresh J's at the mall
Use to try to hang wit' me, we wouldn't even cool
Back when I use to hide my re-up at my locker in school n*gga

(You heard that, "in school n*gga" - adlibs)

Mel Man got jammed, man the sh*t got serious
Gold Mouth got jammed, man the sh*t got serious
Look at me now dog, I'm up in the booth
And sh*t ain't mothaf*ckin' changed, I'm still the truth
Posted up in the club, I'm packing my tools
n*ggas hating on me dog, cuz I'm rocking my jewels n*gga
(This USDA n*gga, this CTE n*gga
I hear all them n*ggas talking about they trap boys
Thats bullsh*t n*gga, the real is back n*gga
f*ck what you said dog 'fo you fix yo' mouth to say anything n*gga
?, Big Zoe f*ck wit' yo' boy, Kink B I love you n*gga
Mel Man, Gold Mouth yall hold it down n*gga)