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letra de flashbacks - ybs skola

[intro]
(protegebeatz)
flashbacks, i be havin’ flashbacks of the trenches all the time

[chorus]
wish whiteboy could send me a beat right now, i’m in that mode that he like me to be in
i got two pullin’ up on me right now as we speakin’, i think they dykin’
that nfl piece was fifty, i’m not kiddin’, sh-t hit like lightning
dumb bitties that’s walkin’ ’round actin’ like they somethin’, we one-nightin’
i had to drop me a deuce ’cause i hate flyin’, got a long way back to cali
i’m rockin’ chrome heart, chain glow in the dark, you ain’t never seen me in bally
i hate them flashbacks when i was servin’ packs, keep ’em runnin’ in and out the alley
it wasn’t never love, when i give you money, that’s the only time that you happy

[verse]
if it wasn’t for the fans, i’d be in the hood right now still tryna get it in
young n-ggas nowadays, they like, “f-ck the money, where the bl!ck? i just wan’ spin”
i don’t even blame ’em, but i think different, i know that i’m gifted, i know that they twisted
none of this sh-t ain’t come overnight, i was on my sh-t even in the ghetto
undefeated, gettin’ chased by the knocks
twenty rollie already flooded with rocks
well-respected, i ain’t gotta rap ’cause i know i trap, i can run through them blocks
why you question me about numbers you ain’t tryna grab? what the f-ck, you the cops?
bluffin’-ass n-gga hatin’ goin’ out sad, now you hangin’ with opps
stop playin’, you know you ain’t cold as me
remind me of my only son, matter fact, come be my oldest one
sh-t, these n-ggas ain’t nothin’ but jokes to me
these n-ggas don’t want no smoke with me
’cause they know i’m gon’ get it done
[chorus]
wish whiteboy could send me a beat right now, i’m in that mode that he like me to be in
i got two pullin’ up on me right now as we speakin’, i think they dykin’
that nfl piece was fifty, i’m not kiddin’, sh-t hit like lightning
dumb bitties that’s walkin’ ’round actin’ like they somethin’, we one-nightin’
i had to drop me a deuce ’cause i hate flyin’, got a long way back to cali
i’m rockin’ chrome heart, chain glow in the dark, you ain’t never seen me in bally
i hate them flashbacks when i was servin’ packs, keep ’em runnin’ in and out the alley
it wasn’t never love, when i give you money, that’s the only time that you happy

- ybs skola

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