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My Old Life
Millyz
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Ayy
Flashback to my old life, yeah, yeah
Flashback to the real (to the real shit, remember, to the real shit)
Flashback to my old life, yeah, yeah
Flashback to the real (to the real shit, to the real)
Ay, flashback to my old life
They almost sent me up the road twice (twice)
Drinking heavy and we throw dice
Married to the gang, fiends throw rights (rights)
Everything is dead real, this is no hype (no)
Look, I tied a t-shirt over my head and pushed a bike with pegs
Jabot jeans covered my legs, no duckin' from feds
'Cause the hoop game was jumping instead
'Til we jumped off the porch, started lusting for bread
I had a motive, go and get some money
Hope you noticed that I'm only 15 and I'm on this Motorola
Make a call to my dawg, he becomin' the plug
It is what it is, it was what it was
We sold drugs on the fourth floor
Woodrow Wilson and we want more
You got some money, shit, we want yours
Now I'm here at Encore's
Look at me, ma, I'm all tall
Model chick on all fours
South Beach in ball shorts
And still sometimes I drift
To adrenaline filled days, light in the piff
Back when I used to smoke, charge 12 for a rope
I kept the pistol on my waist, probably shot at your folks
Reminiscing on the way that I was living
Way before this IG
Howard Street was where you find me
Rolling up trees, ducking the tourists
They said, Dyer, go to jail
I said fuck it
Flashback to my old life, yeah, yeah
Flashback to the real (to the real shit, remember, to the real shit)
Flashback to my old life, uh-huh, yeah, yeah
Flashback to the real (to the real shit, to the real)
Ay, flashback to my old life
No heat, cold nights
Ma washed the clothes in the sink, wasn't right
Cockroaches all in your drink, what a sight
Papa showed me how to get beat so I could fight
You ever been in a gunfight in the sunlight?
Witnesses everywhere, they tell them your whole life
People cooking up on the stove to get right
You only eight years old thinking it's just rice
I'm from the poorest city in the state of Massachusetts
Google it I'm from the ghetto, I ain't gotta prove it
Never did I ever think I'd make it with the music
I was laid up in the basement, I was vacant
Full of shooters, it was me and Fuse
Gutter and Cousin Lou, we made the news
Guzzling 80 proof, paid my dues
Smuggling 80 Q's, that's 20 P's
'Cause hustling what we do
I caught a case in the police database
Gang member next to my face, I can't erase
Legend in two games, I did it like 2 Chainz
Soul came for days and still blazed the stage
I'm on a different mission now
Let me sit you down
Money from the digital and residuals
Word is scientific, I'm a law town criminal
Only difference I'm proud, legalist gonna get it now
Flashback to my old life, yeah, yeah
Flashback to the real (to the real shit, remember, to the real shit)
Flashback to my old life, yeah, yeah
Flashback to the real (to the real shit, to the real)
Ay
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