I like that
Uh, uh, uh
Uh-huh, uh, uh
Ooh, uh, yeah
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)
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
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)
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
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
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)
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
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