Aint Lookin Back - Mr Allready, Lowkey G, Lil Brudda Haitian, Elvis Nephew & Dose Dariachee

I'm fading out of sight My wheels are the only sound Runnin' at the speed of light I can't slow down Out on the open road Racing to beat the night No matter where I go Guess I'll get there all right So why don't I understand what's trippin' me up It used to be a simple thing I can't hold on, I can't return Time to let go, start to live and learn I took the one way flight Too high to see the ground Now I know how long it takes A heart to come down Why don't I understand what's trippin' me up It used to be a simple thing I can't hold on, I can't return Rivers will run, bridges will burn I'm not sure just how But there's no lookin' back now I can't hold on, I can't return Rivers will run, bridges will burn I'm not sure just how But there's no lookin' back now I can't hold on, I can't return Rivers will run, bridges will burn I'm not sure just how But there's no lookin' back now No lookin' back now No lookin' back No lookin' back now No lookin' back now...

Suspect suspects That's what these niggas be Suspect suspects These niggas wannabes Suspect suspects Dumb checks Bow flex Masked up Pour me up Hold me up Now we at his neck Out west Brudda get the rest Yea it's on me Cuz it's in me I'm kilo and sending these bars Like I'm shootings a semi You feel me and hear me Or maybe you dont You niggas be faking the funk For these bitches who want What Give a dime or a fuck But they see me and knowing what's up Yup Fuck it Throw it up Show these bitches it's busting Over hoes we ain't fighting Trust me Cuz my trust for these hoes Is lower than low Its the same for these niggas That be counting my dough and faking the love on the low Suspect suspects That's what these niggas be Suspect suspects These niggas wannabes Suspect suspects Dumb checks Bow flex Masked up Pour me up Hold me up Now we at his neck Out west Brudda get the rest Let me get him Let me get him Brudda be hot But I'm cold as December A winner A winner Take a shot at the buzzer I'm shooting in denim It's ice in my veins That's thinner and thinner A cut from my wrist Leave em frosty as shit She like how I'm popping popping my shit Have her froze in the middle of winter Honcho the gang And bitch I'm a member Nobody was fixing us dinner Now we got seats at the table Wasn't no labels to many bangers Now we suit up for the majors Knocking shit outta the park Eyes closed Used to rumble the dark Born ready This was only the start Tip top Ten toes down Flip flop Hoes round Look how they playing they part Don't want to bite But know when to bark Pushing buttons But don't know where to start I said let me get em But brudda gone finish him off Murder be murder We slide and it's curtains while riding in Rarri's