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Hindsight
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hindsight was released on December 15, 2020 by 1303922 Records DK as a part of the album Hindsight - Single
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Release DateDecember 15, 2020
Label1303922 Records DK
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM86

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ryan Floyd
Ryan Floyd
Songwriter
Anthony Freeman
Anthony Freeman
Songwriter

Lyrics

30 G's on me, **** really
Been a great year for me, whole 2020
Struggled for a minute, thought Corona would kill me
But the only thing that died was my pops and my feelings
Very few I got love left for
Ayye
Fuck **** vibes, and I got too exposed
Almost lost who I was, now I fucking know
Tell me how you feel, **** what we really on
I'm back on it, yea bitch, I'm back on it
Back on my shit and don't you fucking know it
The way I put myself together I look broke, dont it
Turn a dollar to a rack, yall beyond broken
Yall should sit down like chaps and run these plays off me
These straps aint for acts, homie
I'm on yo ass but I aint standing in the back, homie
That other **** got bars but throw it back for homies
I should mind my business like I been doing
I really dont agree with some of these movements
I could tell you got smoke without you saying shit
I aint impressed, nor am I pressed, so what you saying bitch?
Got goals bigger than what I've been doing
Questionable decisions on who I been screwing
Focusing on the bag and making big movements
Show it better than I can tell, all that yapping useless
I was having money way before the stimulus
Motivation, run it up, I'm hitting several licks
Making several plays, nothing staying in my way
Still keeping fuck **** out my fucking face
Goof **** evade shit like Disney
Plus all these bitches stay in they feelings
She threw dirt on my name so they resent me
Knowing I'm the shit, but want me empty and depending
I'm just too independent
I get out my fucking mind when I'm really bent bent
Few years, early 20s, was really pimping
Told her they was bouta rob me, she said woah yall tripping
That **** operate like he on a fucking mission
Radio silent, no location is given
That **** is strapped and aint into missing
Catch me on a bad day when my drugs is mixed in
Whole thirty rounds, I keep it extended
Call of duty guns, play a few rounds for this bitch
Told her I don't want, but she all up on my dick
I ain't run up all these funds to raise another **** kid
Too much karma, I can't trust no one for shit
That's why I do my own thing
Whole year been high off that green
Awakened up a few dreams
It lowkey hurt, yea it sting
But this road is lonely
What the fucks a homie
**** in the game, but ain't got that Mamba, Kobe
Written by: Anthony Freeman, Ryan Floyd
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