NOSTALGIA
Flashbacks Flexin Yo, check it, I’m cruisin’ down memory lane, Nostalgia hit hard, like a motherfucka, feel the pain, Back when we was ballin’, no stress in the game, Now it’s all hustle, but I still hold the flame. Click-clack, like a photo, snap back to the days, Thuggin’ with my niggas, livin’ wild, no delays, Bitches trippin’, tryna catch up, they amazed, We was flexin’ so hard, rockin’ styles like a craze. Hold up, I remember those late nights, All my homies together, always ready for fights, Playin’ street ball, breakin’ ankles, take flight, Now it’s just flashbacks, but I’m still feelin’ right. Rewind the tape, hear the echoes of the street, Every corner, every block, where the legends compete, We was dreamin’, schemin’, never faced defeat, Now I’m out here hustlin’, never takin’ a seat. Bricks and dreams, we stack ‘em high, Nostalgia’s a killer, but I’m livin’ that lie, Still got the heart, still got the fire, A motherfucka like me? I’m risin’ up higher. Yo, memories hit hard like a punch to the gut, Chasin’ down the past, but I’m still in the rut, Got my crew beside me, we ain’t givin’ up, We’ll ride this wave, like we always strut. So raise your glass to the times we had, Nostalgia’s a beast, but the memories ain’t bad, Still pushin’ forward, livin’ life like a fad, Ain’t no lookin’ back, just make ‘em all mad. Yo, past to the present, I’m weighin’ it out, Nostalgia's a trip, but I’ve got no doubt, I’m here to shine, ain’t no room for clout, Just a thug with a dream, hear the city shout.
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Flashbacks Flexin Yo, check it, I’m cruisin’ down memory lane, Nostalgia hit hard, like a motherfucka, feel the pain, Back when we was ballin’, no stress in the game, Now it’s all hustle, but I still hold the flame. Click-clack, like a photo, snap back to the days, Thuggin’ with my niggas, livin’ wild, no delays, Bitches trippin’, tryna catch up, they amazed, We was flexin’ so hard, rockin’ styles like a craze. Hold up, I remember those late nights, All my homies together, always ready for fights, Playin’ street ball, breakin’ ankles, take flight, Now it’s just flashbacks, but I’m still feelin’ right. Rewind the tape, hear the echoes of the street, Every corner, every block, where the legends compete, We was dreamin’, schemin’, never faced defeat, Now I’m out here hustlin’, never takin’ a seat. Bricks and dreams, we stack ‘em high, Nostalgia’s a killer, but I’m livin’ that lie, Still got the heart, still got the fire, A motherfucka like me? I’m risin’ up higher. Yo, memories hit hard like a punch to the gut, Chasin’ down the past, but I’m still in the rut, Got my crew beside me, we ain’t givin’ up, We’ll ride this wave, like we always strut. So raise your glass to the times we had, Nostalgia’s a beast, but the memories ain’t bad, Still pushin’ forward, livin’ life like a fad, Ain’t no lookin’ back, just make ‘em all mad. Yo, past to the present, I’m weighin’ it out, Nostalgia's a trip, but I’ve got no doubt, I’m here to shine, ain’t no room for clout, Just a thug with a dream, hear the city shout.
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