Back In Time Lyrics by BHP ft. Snowflake
[Intro]
You know they say
All good things come to an end
The real is back real is back
Straight up
[Verse 1 – Zik]
You know we live for the love
And respect the blood
Connect the plugs
So check how you stepping cuz
Just for the record
I aint taking no questions
So get the message
On my own lane
Never asked for directions
Confessions of a real n—a
Tryna get this s–t
A bit obsessive borderline perfectionist
Finessing s–t
Better respect the kid
A testament to the streets
Prefessional on the beats
Exceptional when he speaks
Turn up the decibels
We dont throw parties only festivals
Multiply our decimals
Get some stacks maybe a cheque or two
Only respect a few
So if you checking me know I’m checking you
Thats on my dead homies
Lost ones in the struggle so thank god that I’m here homie
So from here on out I aint taking no prisoners
A prisoner to the vibes
I made em realize
Open your eyes only real n—-s on the rise lets get it
[Hook/Chorus – Ross]
I got my hunneds
Me and my homies
Hitting the streets but we gon get back
This is a promise
To all our homies
We gon keep it real you aint gotta doubt that
Zx n—-s from the 069
Which one of you’s gonna show us who’s got
More juice more juice
Than the pure vibes wey dey your speaker x3
[Verse 2 – Aby$]
Dont get caught up in the mix
When we crossing the streets
With my circle of gs
Circulating the spliff
Never letting the squares in the circle within
We been running the game now we certainly win, skill schooling these n—-s aint no matter of class
Matter of fact
Aint you down with them n—-s like that
A lotta n—-s tryna fuse them tracks
Dont get it twisted
Whenever its a rap its a rap yo
The holy potion the b—–s love how my n—-s flossin
Hella connected
N—-s tried but we demonstrated
Word on the streets is I’m ahead in the ministry
You dont wanna f–k around with the head of the military
Check check my portfolio
Holy war like dan fodio
Just before you aint even know
We stackin out like soludo
All my n—-s wanna know is
Where the money stacked
Cuz we coming with the dream
To tell em throw it in the bag
[Hook/Chorus – Ross]
I got my hunneds
Me and my homies
Hitting these streets but we gon get back
This is a promise
To all our homies
We gon keep it real you aint gotta doubt that
Zx n—-s from the 069
Which one of you gonna show us who’s got
More juice more juice
Than the pure vibes wey dey your speaker x3
[Verse 3 – Snowflake]
Its no debating I got the flow on lock
That fat boy that’s taking over your block
Whether you shook or you not
These rappers I’m like they father figure
Young boy making they father figures
Whoop they a-s and let they fathers figure
No lie its so hard to be humble
Especially when you king in the jungle
And they want you to fumble
F the petty s–t
I see through the hating
See no competition
Eyes closed like an asian
They wanna ball they gon need my permission
Referee in this game I’m official
All my hoes know I’m beneficial
F the opposition
Cuz they can’t see the vision
Heaven sent, magnificent
Moving like the president
In my residence
Making dividends
I’m always rapping no writers block
Plus I’m still the hottest in your writer’s block
N—a
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