Throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback (My throwback)

Back in the days with my bros,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

All the good memories that I own,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

I miss the young days now that I'm grown,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Back in the days with my bros,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

All the good memories that I own,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

I miss the young days now that I'm grown,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback (I know that)

Back in the days with my broski's

Yeah 'cause I miss them days

You know knock down ginger from door to door

Wake up, play squares in the cage

And that was a ting for our age,

That truly taught me a life lesson

Don't be a dog, be the king in the game

Spitting real facts get that stuck in your brain

And I remember, until November

Mandem writing bars and rhyming

Middle of the circle, spitting hard digits Sony Ericsson

Playing out Nutty Violinz

Those were the days I got used to, mmm hmm

And you know them ones when your boys got twos

And you gotta use Bluetooth

(Rah that one's a throwback)

And I remember, firework season

With the broski's never took no caution

And after the longest day in the ends,

We'd all grab a munch, a big portion

And you know my meal five piece with the chips

And the barbecue wings, lick our tings in the park

Have a laugh with the tings,

Rah that one's a throwback

Let me tell you 'bout throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback (My throwback)

Back in the days with my bros,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

All the good memories that I own,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

I miss the young days now that I'm grown,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Back in the days with my bros,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

All the good memories that I own,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

I miss the young days now that I'm grown,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback (I know that)

Back in the days we were chilling in blocks

I remember the drip, it was Voi and I show love top

I came from the ground, now I'm grown,

I crept to the top

Look, I still got love for my bros

Cah I miss 'em a lot (Still got love for my bros)

And, hold tight the mandem locked in a steel cage box

Brozay wants to pop and bop, then

Back to the grind bro, watch how the T-line pop

We were kids in the 9 but my circle supplied 'dem crops

Look, the trapping looked peak

I bag and repeat, I slang it and pattern the streets

Wrap that two in the blue of the bujj

And crack to supply 'dem feens

Baby rock with the tug and I can provide your dream

Let me come to your crib for some lunch,

We can blow some trees

My R.O.D, she my sweetest one and my realest G

She be throwing it back and be brucking it out to the beat

Let me chat in your ear,

She's in love 'cah my voice too deep

She's in love 'cah my voice too deep

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Back in the days with my bros,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

All the good memories that I own,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

I miss the young days now that I'm grown,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Back in the days with my bros,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

All the good memories that I own,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

I miss the young days now that I'm grown,

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback

Let me tell you 'bout my throwback (I know that)