Flashback Memories

Yo Game what up, (Yo Chef what it is)

Aint nothing my nigga, Tryna get paid in full man

(You know I'm definitely down for that)

So you rep'n Black Wall Street right

(Black Wall Street general, Five star soldier and all that)

No question I'm rep'n Vatican, We gone do this big nigga style

Let's take em there for real, Let's go

Before flusty days living in Killa Hills

I was young'd out with rusty waves

Cut'n hair chill'n, Going down town blaze'n

Lay'n up in Albee Square, When I bought my first fronts there

Everybody young as fuck, In the pizza shop, What up

Brooklyn niggas rap with a cuffle

Call the highlights the gangsta dialect

Before I let any nigga take mine I'm die'n, Moet

What's the jump off, The new shit

Then he said hold up a sec

Get this crack money, Niggas except

Wick checks, Food stamps and amps

Blue Wallabee's, Aviaries' on in the back on the ramp

You know we pop off for hours, Cowards beware

Word to Mother, You gone respect my power

Respect the dollar, No quizzy, Get busy

It was like adolescents at war, We clapped them thizzies

On the duece suited Voltron, The ratchet heavy

In the crib cool'n blunted, Watch'n Tom & Jerry

Bag'n up, Laugh'n, Bling'n, Rhyme'n and sing'n

When it come to getting currency, Call me a swinger

We rock Maybach's, Benz's is little

Icicles on, Cover the ground with a massive dribble

Call us ballers, Brawlers, Them whores want all us

Suede down, Cool'n, Play'n spades with quarters

And then left it for the rap game

All my niggas grab champagne

Bust of them seals it's mad flames, Yall lames

Stay in your lane, We move'n like big money

Bet a nigga die for them chains

You know the slang baby, Watch me lay her

Half goon, Half mayor, The other half call me a hater

But later, I'ma polly for Rae-ah, And a hundred wolves

Pull next time, Respect the playa, What

Flashbacks, Memories, Two shots of Hennessy

Street life etiquette, Real niggas blend with me

Talking bout ten a key, Baltimore, Tennessee

I ain't got to tell you, How long I been a G

I'm sick and that drop Aston is the medicine

Ride'n with the Moon in the rear view, It's only evident

I'm fly as the wings on a seven forty-seven jet

Game code his rhymes, Ain't even been recorded yet

On the fence where my Father used to sport a Vet

And my Uncle Red ran the rock like door set

Rewind time ten years before I had the Lex

Mail man scared to drop the bills on my door step

Little nigga street dream'n bout a fast car

My Father had dope tracks like his arm was Nascar

In eighty-seven, Shit I was maybe seven

Watch'n my big brother throw'n ten, Come back with eleven

Only knew what it was cause I overheard

My Pops on the phone talking bout selling all my birds

I cried over the next eight years over them pigeons

To only find out not one was missing, Word

Yeah, That's how we do what we do, Knowhatimsayin

For real, The only thing we do baby

Is fold dough, You heard

And read the DuPont all day nigga

And get the stove clean you heard

This is real offical shit man, Word up man

Our cherry is different from all these

Phony ass, Carrot cake ass niggas

Fake ice philanthropist, You know what the fuck I mean nigga

Ha ha, It's real niggas right here boy

Word up, Go buy the babies them big bang'n

Am & Barshon necklaces, Nothing but new luggage nigga

Youknowhatimsayin, Catch me in the South of France nigga

Clean as a fuck, That's how it go

Yeah, This is powerful shit baby, Word up

Black Wall Street, Vatican, BT man, What up baby