Crm - Past Mistakes lyrics

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I done came a long way
Haters used to say I was trash
Then I started improvin’, made better music
Now I be makin’ that cash
Let’s be honest, if I saw you in real life
You wouldn’t be takin’ no jabs
From rags to riches, fuck
The baddest bitches
Then I hop in the wraith and I dash
I’ve matured a lot over these years
I’ve learnt from my past mistakes
Try and diss me, and there’s a 1 in 1
Chance you gon’ pass away
Always stay on my grind
Hopin’ I make a mill’ before I graduate
Play with me, and thеse hands
Could do the job
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout masturbate

Who would’vе thought that a white
Kid from the suburbs
Would even make it this far
They think this shit really easy
But I got into this position
From grindin' real smart
None of this shit ever grew on me
I had this muhfuckin' passion
Right from the start
Even back in 2018, when this shit was a joke
I was still writin' bars
Lot of the people that doubted me at first
Now sayin' my shit goin' hard
Yeah, I demolished my ego, put on my people
Never was takin' no charge
How can you say that I'm fake
And I ain't really 'bout it
These lyrics came from the heart
I’m only doin’ this shit 'cause I love it
Don't care 'bout no money
Nor climbin' the charts
For a while, I let them make fun of me
Now I'm takin' shots like darts
They ain't never seen none of this comin'
Like I'm takin' shots in the dark
Make my own moves, I ain't playin'
No parts, fuck with my bros
We gon' tear ya apart
They just think that these are lyrics
But they really a work of art

I done came a long way
Haters used to say I was trash
Then I started improvin’, made better music
Now I be makin’ that cash
Let’s be honest, if I saw you in real life
You wouldn’t be takin’ no jabs
From rags to riches, fuck
The baddest bitches
Then I hop in the wraith and I dash
I’ve matured a lot over these years
I’ve learnt from my past mistakes
Try and diss me, and there’s a 1 in 1
Chance you gon’ pass away
Always stay on my grind
Hopin’ I make a mill’ before I graduate
Play with me, and these hands
Could do the job
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout masturbate

They can't fuck with my potential, bitch
It's simple, always go hard
I'm never gentle
I keep forgettin' to give a fuck, man
My thoughts really demential
Yeah, I'm different, somethin' special
All these bars come straight from my temple
I'ma write yo ass on a death note
Then erase ya like a pencil
Paint red on your TOP, send his ass to GOD
Makin’ bread, now I meed mo cheese
Fuck you like CeeLo Green
Bringin' heat, even with my jewellery
Fuck all you haters, and your scrutinies
I keep killin' all these beats
I'm gettin' fuckin' tired
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I done came a long way
Haters used to say I was trash
Then I started improvin’, made better music
Now I be makin’ that cash
Let’s be honest, if I saw you in real life
You wouldn’t be takin’ no jabs
From rags to riches, fuck
The baddest bitches
Then I hop in the wraith and I dash
I’ve matured a lot over these years
I’ve learnt from my past mistakes
Try and diss me, and there’s a 1 in 1
Chance you gon’ pass away
Always stay on my grind
Hopin’ I make a mill’ before I graduate
Play with me, and these hands
Could do the job
I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout masturbate

Past mistakes, past mistakes
Past mista-a-akes, past mistakes
Past mistakes, past mistakes
Past mista-a-akes, past mistakes