[Intro] I like that Uh, uh, uh Uh-huh, uh, uh Ooh, uh, yeah
[Chorus] Flashback, digital dash He used to run with a gun and a mask He used to take all your shit in a stash Now he a good boy, used to be bad Flashback, digital dash Go on and run off his twelve on his ass Load up the chopper if they tryna clash Now he a good boy, used to be bad Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) He used to run with a gun and a mask (Ayy, ayy) He used to take all your shit in a stash (Ayy, ayy) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy)
[Verse 1] Huh, shit Nine times out of ten, he gon' die or he gon' go to jail Let's not pretend Huh, look, everybody starts as a kid with a pure heart Then they turn to him Papa died, mama died, all the nigga know is sin Traumatized, freedom jeopardized, he just wanna win What's a smile when you dodging strikes, dodging every pin? Fifteen on his head, he ain't tryna go in Fifteen on his head, make the po-po grin Five years later, all that po-po talk is just a
[Chorus] Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) He used to run with a gun and a mask (Ayy, ayy) He used to take all your shit in a stash (Ayy, ayy) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Go on and run off his twelve on his ass (Ayy, ayy) Load up the chopper if they tryna clash (Ayy, ayy) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) He used to run with a gun and a mask (Ayy, ayy) He used to take all your shit in a stash (Ayy, ayy) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy)
[Post-Chorus] I've been sinning away all the feelings inside I'm feeling defeat and feeling demise Running the streets, dodging the signs Run from the heat, stay with the iron Cop killing me, that's not a crime I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five I've been sinning away all the feelings inside I'm feeling defeat and feeling demise Running the streets, dodging the signs Run from the heat, stay with the iron Cop killing me, that's not a crime I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five
[Verse 2] Fully auto with the chopper, make a opp a drop up (Brrt) That's the same shit that's sending niggas straight to lock up (Brrt) That's the system put in place they use to try to stop us (Brrt) The same system put in place that niggas always fall for Far from where I was Guns, drugs, twelve con run But I'm still a felon, if I fuck up then I'm done Where I'm from, niggas that don't tough up get stomped on And niggas that get looked at as a target get locked on Uh, I ain't going back to jail, that's a dub Five years later, all that jail talk is just a
[Chorus] Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) He used to run with a gun and a mask (Ayy, ayy) He used to take all your shit in a stash (Ayy, ayy) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy) Go on and run off his twelve on his ass (Ayy, ayy) Load up the chopper if they tryna clash (Ayy, ayy) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy, yeah) He used to run with a gun and a mask (Ayy, ayy, yeah) He used to take all your shit in a stash (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Now he a good boy, used to be bad (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy, yeah) Flashback, digital dash (Ayy, ayy, yeah)
[Post-Chorus] I've been sinning away all the feelings inside I'm feeling defeat and feeling demise Running the streets, dodging the signs Run from the heat, stay with the iron Cop killing me, that's not a crime I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five I've been sinning away all the feelings inside I'm feeling defeat and feeling demise Running the streets, dodging the signs Run from the heat, stay with the iron Cop killing me, that's not a crime I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing five I sell the weed, I'm doing fiveTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
