Past Tense lyrics

[Intro]
Ayy Oz, you a big dog now, you get to bark
Roll that weed up

[Verse]
It was probably a tuesday, I don't know, I remember a school day
Shaw popped out wit' a toolie
We was doin' hits, like two a day
Anyways, feel like yesterday, Buckz hit me up said "Let's hit the stu' today"
Mind you, this was my first time
I used just spit raps in a chirp line
I was spittin' rhymes on a Android, lil' n*ggas, we was just boys
But we was makin' that noise
Had the whole Eastside paranoid
Tryna do this rap sh*t, Bibby got me in for the first time, ain't even rehearse lines
Half of the n*ggas I gave a shout out on songs laid down in the dirt now
Really only got my buzz bein' on gangster sh*t, talkin' what you get murked by
n*ggas only showed me love when they saw that sh*t in me, they knew I was certified
We let it on and all of these pipes gettin' blown, we might have you terrified
Trendin' like Twitter, other words, I been that n*gga before I got verified
I lost a lot of my n*ggas to gunfire, still rather not be on their side
That Desert Eagle gon' put you up there, call it American Airlines
Used to be ready on a hundred, ain't care, I would've did a bid, ain't care
Thought it was the code I live by, damn I got tricked didn't I?
Made the most of that sh*t didn't I?
n*gga really got rich didn't I?
Got a lil' QP on me in the studio, me and Gmoney gettin' here now
Gotta' be the champ, get rich or I'ma die tryin', I met 50 Cent and Floyd
I ain't grow up wit' no sliverspoon, had gunpowder up on my hands, boy
Now I got 5 different revenue streams and I'm workin' on a whole lot of land, boy
Just admit, I'm the man, boy
Roll Posto when I land, boy
Turned down all them deals for years, sometimes ain't have fifty grand, boy
It took patience, I planned for it, but I ain't know how to get to it
I was just runnin' the streets wit' gorillas and lurkin', still thought I'd get rich through it
Ain't even put in the work, I thought talent was first and still thought I'd get rich through it
Somehow through the Sun and the rain, made a way, fallin' off don't go on my list do it?
Still got a hatin' n*gga b*tch booted
When I wanna kill 'em my fit Louis
I wan' let you know brought this sh*t from the trenches, counted me out not to mention
I had to ride the benches
Now I'm in the game puttin' up fifties
I'ma sell all my tickets, b*tches in the front row showin' they titties
And they suckin' di*k, no decision
Bae, I'm only here to pick up these digits
Only wanna f*ck 'cause I whip 650s
Yeah, that been the case since I had six figures
b*tch you got to make better desicions, you still f*ckin' with regular n*ggas
I'm just different, since 17 I been ahead of them n*ggas
So imagine a whole 'nother level or better me
I know it's hard to believe, you just gotta see
I put in work like a athlete, actually
I got right now you can have this sh*t after me
Everywhere I move I keep killers attached to me
Watch how you move, you might end up a casualty
And yo' money movin' gradually
While all my money just keep movin' rapidly
That's because you worried 'bout where the rappers be
You chasin' b*tches, thought you was a trapper, C?
n*gga like me, I'ma capitalize with a capital C
You know who I be, Kobe kappa, G Herbo throw bapital B's, it's a capital B
I lost my heart in the streets now you wan' know what happened to me?