Flashback Memories by Game
(Intro)
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
(Verse: Raekwon)
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 will 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
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