Stevie Bucks - Thinking Back lyrics

[Intro: Stevie Bucks] Stress got me living harder than yesterday Smoke a lot of weed though [Verse 1: Stevie Bucks] Its ya boy, the gee, G5 I stay flyer than the fly on the G5 I stay high than my ride Seen a sweet pie Talk a lot of sh**, cause my money don't fit in my Levi's Tomorrow ain't promised so you know I'm getting high Trying to free time And freeze time, in the meantime Its cream time, see its cheese time Winning cause the beans doing Charlie Sheen lines n***as rap about the streets, but they never seen crime Street rude, police is like the mean kind sh**, so I'm crossing my T's And keep an eye on the thin line Between love and hate, good and bad, ups and downs keep me balanced You can't win if you don't try, you don't cry, its no challenge Don't try cause you'll vanish Type to preach the word, but I'll take you off this atlas I'm a real n***a, field n***a working hard I threw away the football, started working hard On the block johnny's f**ing, I was grinding raw Just thinking back how I needed it And thinking back, sh** I need it to So that's our way to get by the law, ooh's and ahh's sh** [Verse 2: Stevie Bucks] Yo yo, thinking back when I was blind as f** I could still see clear but my eyes was shut I could still see years and my time is up But do I give up the game or do I grind it up Wind it up Back to the future where it kinda s**s But I can still blow trees so I'm kinda up Thinking back when I was broke I was kinda up Cause I can still buy foods and kinda stuff Started off with the china puff The iron is stuffed, back to the china sweet And I'm just trying to live my dreams so I'm never sleeping I want it bad, I want it fast and I'm still eating My money flip like a kid that's still beating After thirteen, in a month, like four weekends I'm the reason why these rappers sounding more descent I'm crazy, ask my dad Go Steven Go steven I said go Steven I said go steven