Fligga & Anonomys Flint - Repercussions

In life, they say consequences become repercussions, so I'm leaving it right there,

Huh, One of the reasons that we're all black, if I was to lose it all, I'm right back in the trap
You know what that means

I'm back up in the scene, toast on my lap once I find out where's its at
Fligga
That's my name is Hustle and Crack Substance, some risk it all just to end up with nothing
80 grams in the spot, narcs rushing I be flushing
I'm numb to the shots, I don't even move when they dumping

The consequences turning to repercussions
I'm moving like the reaper coming
Hold up, I was the fiend for caffeine, I kept buying soda
I'm talking mixing up the Yola, fiends had a funny odor

Your money always right, so I'm great
As a grown ass man, you make sure your people straight
As a grown ass man, you keep some dinner on the plate
As a grown ass man, you like to learn from your mistakes

As a grown ass man, you make sure your people safe
As a grown ass man, be a grown ass man
Culinary with the pots and pans
Your bitch keep pulling down my pants

Damn, Flint had to let this beat breathe
Feeling like when you first put that rollie on your sleeve
All about the green, 96, Mateen Cleaves
Always the money smell, but this time I'm wearing creed

All announced with some friends over green
Right back to the balling, but a whole different league
We all run the rock, but I got the pass from Keen
Fetty Wap to the bullshit is half of what you see

And half of what you hear
A couple bands for the fit, I got swag of the year
Now watch me disappear, poof
I'm about to go missing like this roof

I learn from consequences and them repercussions too
Fligga

Written by:
John Dozier

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