The Reminiscence ft. Tazzy Lyrics

Aye lord knows when you see me

You gon know I'm a star

I already told my mother

One day she gon quit all them jobs

I give you niggas food for thought

And that's a michelin star

And I pictured it far

I mean the future

Picture is scarred

From times as a youngen

Looking for comfort, streets or a yard

Or when your fathers not around

And the questions that hang loose

was the problems him or her

Or was the problems really you

you had three kids before me

Now you wanna call it truce?

Look

True shit

Ain't no love around here

Just some hit it, then we through shit

Cuddy buddy

When it's sunny

Back up on my crew shit

Baby catch my wave

And then you jump on my cruise ship

If you don't mess with the city

Then i chuck the deuces

But uh uh

Hey Mama

A nigga like me aint here for the drama

I grew up round that foxy brown shit

That ill nana

I need that ol' thang right back

Big Poppa

Uh

Look

Hey Mama

A nigga like me aint here for the drama

I grew up round that foxy brown shit

That ill nana

I need that ol' thing right back

While I was looking for the answers

I realised my dreams was filed with fake niggas

And puppet dancers

Machines that controlled streams

And old man glasses

And shit move so fast

You might as well take your chances

They'll forget you if you pass em

Its only if you make it

They gon pull up on your past tense

Ain't it funny

How they want a rich nigga bragging

Wanting me to ball on em

Ballin like I'm Magic

But they only want one black kid

They want me to dunk on em

Like nigga don't you pass it

See that where the math gets

Easy to divide

How these companies is acting

Remember what your parents told you

Baby there's no lacking

No no

Work twice as hard

Cause they be hating on your black skin

Glow baby glow

They just know your fully packing

Ain't no weapon on you

Just ancestry of a champion

Walk it and you talk it

Like you playing Buju Banton

And since they free that nigga

I sit patience for the anthem

Know that i'm the type to blaze that shit

Right through the hamptons

Couldnt give you a damn

If mother- can't stand it

While my pants saggin

Du-rag hanging

UH

Yeah

Yeah