Family Reunion ft. Lil Jeuce & chicoBANG Lyrics

Ooh

Mmm, ha

Yeah, ooh

Back on my flight, boyish

Yeah

Hey, Bobby, what I want you to do is

Go down your call log and call all the boys

From back in the days, we got something for them, bro

I'ma call up everybody that I love

We don't even gotta be blood

Even if we ain't been in touch

I miss them days we were buds

Yeah, let me take you back to the days we was at

Snappin' on the tracks on the old five Mac, no mic

You could touch just a mic that's attached

Clippin' on the tracks so we hit the stand back

Got ten homies deep in my room writin' raps

Might've been wack, but that shit was a blast

Lowkey, I'd do anything to go back to the past

I saw the old setup and that shit made me sad

Smokin' at the park in the dark

It's been a long day

I can say that we came a long way

Had a lil' doubt, but we kept good faith

Had my head down, but God picked me up with grace

Tenth grade, had a vid go viral for the first time

Mr. Woodside said, congratulations in the lunch line

Skimmin' school to spit, we be late sometimes

Tryna think of bars, I think I used up all my punchlines

We spread out all over the place

Kort in Japan, he workin' on planes

Back home, I kick it with Zach

And be hoopin' with Sheldon and Trey

Shoutout to Klaus, cause he well on his way

I just called Noah, he out in L.A

Kirby and Jax, they'll be out RVA

Most'll be rappin', I made him a tape

Shoutout to Joseph, my spiritual brother

He in Oklahoma, he walkin' on faith

My brothers, my family got Antoine

And come on, I'm Machi Vinge

I remember days we was puttin' in work

Touchdown, makin' them plays on first

Man, I do this, I'm so ruthless

Had to come turn up with the crew, bitch

Hop in the studio, this shit ain't new

They know I might go stupid

I'ma call up everybody that I love

We don't even gotta be blood

Even if we ain't been in touch

I miss them days we were buds

Man, I miss them days, I can't forget them days

To represent them days, I miss them way too much

I ain't no sentimental nigga, I don't say too much

When they was weight trainin', doin' after school and such

I was on the way to tour, I had to try to spark that Dutch

I mean, that's no lie, I got expelled one time

Because it wasn't prescribed, I mean, like, what was I thinkin'

But we legal now and everybody be chiefin

Slapboxin' in the bathroom and bumpin' and sinkin

Shoutout Quan Coz, they made your family fine

And shoutout to J.Wash, no horse jokes this time

Sean Simon, where you been? I hope that you okay

And shoutout to JP, I hope your family's through

And my nigga Eugene, where he always been a hunnid

And shoutout to AJ Murray, always motivate the youngins

And shoutout to Derrick Jones in the lunchroom

Lunchin', can't forget the homie Nolan, I still see him when I'm workin

Gotta score out like a colt, I don't fall like a pope

We was fightin' them adults that was built like the Hulk

In the park, in the dark, we was finna make a mark

Had Autumn down, tellin' that she was pullin' us apart

In the fight, man, but it's still R.I.P. to hype, man

Still free, Jabbar, he in the pen, doin' life, man

Tell Kid Don I need that rematch on sight, man

I'ma call up everybody that I love

We don't even gotta be blood

Even if we ain't been in touch

I miss them days we were buds

I remember days we was puttin' in work

Touchdown, makin' them plays on first

Man, I do this, I'm so ruthless

Had to come turn up with the crew, bitch

Hop in the studio, this shit ain't new

They know I might go stupid