Throwbacks Lyrics

Ayo

It's third

This one for the southside

Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Drivin' through the city

It's mine and I know you know that

The drip freezin' off of me

This rapping shit I'm too cold at

You all talk in your game

You built for the walk of shame

I'm built for the hall of fame

Like hardwood classics and throwbacks

Yeah

Shots to the dome they be numbing the pain

You do this shit 'cause you wanted the fame

Look in the mirror and see your reflection

It's evidence that we ain't one in the same

Comin' correct I ain't comin' to play

No hesitation I up and I bang

Don't get it twisted I'll widow your Mrs.

A hard way to learn not to fuck with my name

You ain't my bro so don't think we related

Learned not to give out my trust 'cause it's dangerous

All of your failures they be contagious

Don't dap me up asking me for no favors

I'm not somebody that you should go play with

Hard with this pen because I got some friends

That's supposed to be living today

But man they didn't make it they didn't make it so

It's only right that I murder beats

And exchange these foreign currencies

And if you in my way your wake ill set a date

For your fam to go to church to grieve

I'm a national emergency

And there ain't a threat that's worse than me

All of these rappers that's rollin' in back of a Cadillac

That's a convenient hearse to me (RIP)

I'm murdering all of these rappers

You won't catch me repenting

If you ain't want to be a lesson

Well mother fucker don't tempt me

I look inside your soul and your eyes

And that shit be empty

Only thing that resides inside of your mind

Is me it's rent free

We are not the same because I do not stay pretending

The flow is something special it's never not unrelenting

I see you and I see me it makes sense why you envy

My reach is intercontinental like drivers seat of that Bentley

My girl be riding shotgun

You know that she's sitting pretty

I'm Johnny with the fiddle

Tell reaper to come and get me

Same city with the same friends

Incase you needed reminding

Southside of 210 man

I promise that's where you'll find me find me

Drivin' through the city

It's mine and I know you know that

The drip freezin' off of me

This rapping shit I'm too cold at

You all talk in your game

You built for the walk of shame

I'm built for the hall of fame

Like hardwood classics and throwbacks

Drivin' through the city

It's mine and I know you know that

The drip freezin' off of me

This rapping shit I'm too cold at

You all talk in your game

You built for the walk of shame

I'm built for the hall of fame

Like hardwood classics and throwbacks