Twenty 10
I still
I still
I still hear the screams
I still
I still
Yo
I still hear the screams
Man can't run away from the dreams
Let me set the scene
Fuck you mean
I should be on them screens
Where these labels been
Most these niggas memes
Flow on freeze blowing trees
I don't mix with these
Old school like the Fugees
Spent my time on fruity
Most these girls are booky
Have a nigga moving loopy
Real niggas back in fashion
Sounds like a insta caption
Came up backstreet clashing, bout that action
No distraction
Cab ride to Heathrow
Got a quick show in TO
CC them pagan haters
They peep through keyholes
Pinot, so regal
Cigars in my peacoat
Them boy live all backwards
So you know they evil
Young Raj I'm on track
Hit them up like I'm Pac
Sent my G to your flat
Tell them boy to fall back
Dirty whip, fit clean
Turn your block to blitzkrieg
Free my niggas, Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Oh
Did I hit him did I miss
Got the tooly please don't frisk
I look good take a flick
Take a flick, take a flick
Heart was cold it was blitz
I was low I was sick
Would of killed for a brick
Now I'm nice man its lit
Did I hit him did I miss
Got the tooly please don't frisk
I look good take a flick
Take a flick, take a flick
Heart was cold it was blitz
I was low I was sick
Would of killed for a brick
Now I'm nice man its lit
I still
I still hear the screams
I still
I still
Yo
I still hear the screams
Man can't run away from the dreams
Let me set the scene
Fuck you mean
I should be on them screens
Where these labels been
Most these niggas memes
Flow on freeze blowing trees
I don't mix with these
Old school like the Fugees
Spent my time on fruity
Most these girls are booky
Have a nigga moving loopy
Real niggas back in fashion
Sounds like a insta caption
Came up backstreet clashing, bout that action
No distraction
Cab ride to Heathrow
Got a quick show in TO
CC them pagan haters
They peep through keyholes
Pinot, so regal
Cigars in my peacoat
Them boy live all backwards
So you know they evil
Young Raj I'm on track
Hit them up like I'm Pac
Sent my G to your flat
Tell them boy to fall back
Dirty whip, fit clean
Turn your block to blitzkrieg
Free my niggas, Free my niggas
Free my niggas
Oh
Did I hit him did I miss
Got the tooly please don't frisk
I look good take a flick
Take a flick, take a flick
Heart was cold it was blitz
I was low I was sick
Would of killed for a brick
Now I'm nice man its lit
Did I hit him did I miss
Got the tooly please don't frisk
I look good take a flick
Take a flick, take a flick
Heart was cold it was blitz
I was low I was sick
Would of killed for a brick
Now I'm nice man its lit
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Writer(s): Reece Thangarajah
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