Reminiscing Lyrics

I could cry, I could smile I might lay back for a while

Tell me what, what would I do If I could see

This real rap, no bullshit

I like that one

My brother crossed for me, I stepped back like Lillard

So them ties, fuck it

Twenty dollar LRG out Dilliards, that shit was my budget

BJ jacket with some cargos, this the truth, mean overly

Then I go complete the fit by rocking XJ Rosary

Shout out my brother being solid, never turned it to no ho

The weight and prices of them bows, I learned that game from him and Lo

Remember me, you Quitta at your Gma crib blowing smoke

Now when I drive by the crib, hand out the window throwing fours

Academy, I'm clocking in at 4am, ain't have no car

Grabbing freight up off the truck like, fuck this, I'm gon' make it large

My GM like, get off the phone, I'm like, hold on, can't lose the bar

Start calling in to hit the stu like, fuck em, I'm gon' be a star (facts)

Used to see my face, but I guess they ain't know my worth

Now they see my face on billboards on they way to work

A year living off the rap & I done made it work

I was just scraping change tryna find a way to work

I got a whip, took premium, but put a unleaded in it (what else?)

The gas was too high at QT, I stopped at shells to get it (what else?)

I used to smoke out jackpots, get three for one, I'm with it (facts)

And I don't mean to take y'all back, but I'm just reminiscing

Would buy a dime of Reg put it in the bag that had some gas up in it

Tell the ones who sweet 15 a G and in about 15 minutes

I'ma have like $60, and still have a cool smidget

Then go double back and grab the gas, if you want smoke with bitches, I'm just reminiscing

Looking at my mama ceiling hoping I could touch a billion

what about me, what's the feeling, right? I'm just reminiscing

At Gege crib know I was twisted she walk off in that back room

I hide the weed, but she ain't tripping, right? I'm just reminiscing

Send purple hearts up for Miss Meka, she helped keep me away from evil

And taught me how to stand on business, right? I'm just reminiscing

Recording in my ma garage, finna quit a thousand times

But I know somebody feel it, right?

Plus it's meant to be, so I'm gon' get it done

Shout out Miss Marshall, Lisa Diva, and Miss Nikki, sons

Cause we the ones and bout a check, know we trying bag that

And shout out T-Time, he a bless, when I was trying to grab that

Walk to the spot, it's filled with blocks, he in there cooking strong

I wasn't even on that type of time, grab packs then foot it home

Seattle plug my attributes like Syracuse, just copping zones

One knee at AC, vowed to the Crease that I'll put you on

And it wouldn't be long, (bitch)

Looking at my mama ceiling hoping I could touch a billion

what about me, what's the feeling, right? I'm just reminiscing

At Gege crib know I was twisted she walk off in that back room

I hide the weed, but she ain't tripping, right? I'm just reminiscing

Send purple hearts up for Miss Meka, she helped keep me away from evil

And taught me how to stand on business, right? I'm just reminiscing

Recording in my ma garage, finna quit a thousand times

But I know somebody feel it, right? (yeah)

It's only like the strong survive

You can only be strong out here in the world of weak

Keep your head up

I like that one,

Huncho on the beat, bitch

I like that one on God