1980 Flow - Yung Bleu

1980 flow

Vandross

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All this money give me confidence that I never had

You get money, you get enemies that you never had

Tell the valet to park the Lambo' where he park the Jag'

My niggas back to back

Pour up the D’usse for my niggas gone, know you had a taste of this life

But you ain’t get to see the peak, so we gon' drink up tonight

And pop a bottle to success in all my other endeavors

And show the fuck out on these pussy niggas ain’t on my level

We showed the city love

In a new car, I showed my ass off like I’m City Girls

I blew his head off tryna show off for a pretty girl

I’m underrated, on this album, I’ma show the world

Stay on my pivot, be realistic

I paint this picture so vivid I might blow the world

My baby mama tellin' me she want a lil' girl

Plus I been in and out of child support court with my first son

I’m fighting for custody, I don’t want 'em to hurt none'

The way that I been prayin', I should go to church some

Keep it going, it’s just first one, yeah

And I feel like a lot of people don’t know shit 'bout my life

So I gotta fill you motherfuckers in

You gon' feel it

Live from the city like it’s Fox 10 breaking news

I’m from a city where every murder don’t make the news

Gotta take the game how it come, no, you can’t make the rules

Mama got no gas in the car, that’s why I’m late for school

Had to get some money to prosper so I could make a move

Might as well don’t send a deposit if I can’t take a tool

Mama raised a real ass nigga but she ain’t make a fool

You can lie your whole fuckin' life but you gotta face the truth

Light some candles up in the studio 'fore I face the booth

I’ll take the beat up Honda before I take the coupe

I’m just tryna be low-key, yeah

Don’t give a fuck if you know me, yeah

I know you never believed I would ever achieve

Mama, she was broke, it was a blessing that I was conceived

Wrinkles in my jeans, I went through struggles you never perceived

Back by any means, they tried to shackle my wrists to my knees

Travel overseas to get a bag of some Mexican tree

Probably fuck a bitch 'cause she exotic, no tellin' with me

Fuck security, I gotta keep me a felon with me

Bitches on my dick like voodoo, I got the skeleton key

I speak from the root, it’s so clean just like medical leaves

Hanging with a clique of thug niggas who treacherous theive

Plus I’m with a bitch who can’t pronounce all her S’s and T’s

Bilingual, no singles, no jingle

Nigga, this the album

Told Columbia pick up the check, and this the outcome

Every nigga tried to come against me, they got outdone

Bossing through the party with some guns you can’t outrun

This that Big Pun, this that '95 Biggie

Mack Milly, ride with me

When I’m slidin' through the city, I know niggas wanna get me

I’ll smack a bitch silly

And bitch, I’m really worth a milli'

See, everybody askin' me about my life

Shit, I’m just tryna live my life

RIP to all the real niggas gone

RIP my brother Tyquan

RIP G-Money, RIP Vail

RIP Nipsey Hussle

All the real niggas died by the clock

1980 flow