Past Mistakes

[Intro]
Yeah, ok, ahem!

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 2]
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 T.O.P., send his ass to G.O.D
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 of readin' eulogies

[Chorus]
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

[Outro]
Past mistakes, past mistakes
Past mista-a-akes, past mistakes
Past mistakes, past mistakes
Past mista-a-akes, past mistakes