Maino - Through My Rearview lyrics

Uh huh, yeah, focus

I'm haunted by nightmares all
My niggas that died
Homies in dark cells, I imagined they cried
In a world of cocksuckers and
These bitches that lie
Jodi tryna understand what type
Of nigga am I? Asks me why I'm so quiet
What I'm holdin' inside
"Somethin' wrong with you baby? Why
You stare at the sky?"
Told her I was just in thought
Looking back on my life
There was times I thought
I'd never ever survive
Never thought I'd live a day to see
A time when I would rise above my enemies
Maybe it's my karma and my destiny
To makin' sure these niggas
Gon' remember me once again it's on
Rollin whether right or we wrong
Ain't no hope for tomorrow
Another shot of Patron
Only live for the moment
We could die any moment
Like The World Is A Ghetto
Like my childhood was stolen
Said a prayer for my niggas
In the darkest corners
We one in the same the way
Them cops beat on us had a dream I was back
Inside of prison last night
Hearin' voices screamin' get it like
It's just your last night
Tryna​ give these niggas vision homie
Can only hope to God that they listen to me
Cause you can take a look inside the sky
See the times is real
We was hungry so we started
Doin' crimes for meals
I'm just askin' is there really
Any time to kill?
Cause they​ killin' us and still they
Want my kind to chill
What the fuck do these blogs know?
Cuz I'm the realest nigga in the world yo
Startin to really feel like there's
Somethin' missin' outta my life
Got me holdin' on tight to
These strippers at night
Knowin' that I got a daughter home
And it's really my job to
Keep her off a pole
Sittin' in the middle of the kitchen
Comin' up with a plan
Tryna raise my son to be a
Better man than I am
Won't let him fall to these cold streets
Victim of the system it's a?
Can't believe I made it past the old me
I lived​ long enough to be a OG
In a Benz just staring at
The world through my rearview
Don't want to kill all these
Niggas but I'm prepared to
Close your eyes if I'm with you
You can see in the dark
The industry is for the lames
Dick-riders and marks
It was obvious that I was
Built different from start
And I'd never sell my soul just
To be on the charts
I'm a king that go that hard
Half a key on the stove in a glass jar
Attracted by the lights and these fast cars
Time to blast off like it's NASA
Tell me how am I living in a
World where it's cool to pretend
If I die don't cry we
Probably never was friends
Got love for my real ones in any event
Get into the money still but never content
Guess it's all about who you know
Shout out to all my young? yo
And if you gon' do it make a movie bro
This the realest shit that I've ever wrote
In a mother fuckin' studio