Reminiscence

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A Rapper Named Nati

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Told 'em "Sit the f*ck down!" They ain't listen though
Used to hit the liquor store for a fifth and go
Back to the crib and smoke Blacks while we spittin' flows
Me and Will would go half on some Michelob
Split a six pack, chit chat about business goals
Had big plans but our paths split on different roads
This ain't a diss track, no subliminals
But I look back and just laugh at the shit you wrote
Too nice to say it's wack or it isn't dope
Guess that's the price you pay to deliver hope
No need to fix it if it isn't broke
I don't even miss it or wish that you were still my bro
None these clowns loyal, kissin' ass just to get some doe
Crown Royal in the glass, I would sip it slow
Always neat, no rocks, never mixed with Coke
Always weed, no rocks, never did the coke
Different strokes, I've been told I'm a misanthrope
'Cause they cherry pick the quotes that the kid has spoke
Used to keep a Swisher rolled when we hit the road
Now it means somethin' different if you get the smoke
Everything that glitters really isn't gold
Grabbed the bull by the horns and I slit his throat
Maestro set me up for the pick and roll
And I took it to the hole with the wrist control
I've been known to mix the flow with some poignancy
I'm just tryin' to stay afloat, no buoyancy
Most the people that I've known disappointed me
I don't know why my foes wanna toy with me
I'm from the era of Kangols and shell toes
My bro used to slang dope, it was well known
Hell no, we ain't tell, f*ck 12 though
Only way we came close is if hell froze
Have you ever been high but you felt low?
Reminiscing on the times we would tell jokes
We used to stick together like some velcro
He was like 17, I was 12 though
Never thought he'd switch lanes, but he's bitch made
Used to pack the switchblade back in the sixth grade
High school, me and JIN droppin' mixtapes
And we used every gig of the disc space
Taught myself how to ride a bike
And I taught myself how to write a rhyme
How to stay on beat and how to count bars
Never really had a sound till we found ours
Had that sloppy flow, I thought it was dope
Switched it to Ras Kass from that Prodigy flow
Used to rap fast, now it's probably slow
Had to try it all if I wanted to grow
You don't wanna provoke me, don't want any smoke
You don't wanna approach, have the squad at ya throat
This is ominous prose meant to caution my foes
Flip it all into gold, the Philosopher's Stone
Never really had friends in my whole life
No one to depend on in go time
They turn to enemies and to lowlifes
They lie and deceive, I don't know why
We didn't have heat on them cold nights
Nothin' to eat and no lights
Broke tryin' to survive a slow grind
An eye for an eye leaves us both blind
Listen, I'm just reminiscing
Friend or foe, it's hard to tell the difference
You never know when you gon' catch 'em slippin'
They only help if it benefits 'em
Note to self, they been pennin' fiction
Alone in my cell in this mental prison
I know this hell is self-inflicted
I'm tryin' my best to pretend it isn't
You won't see the revolution on the television
This the sickest evolution that you've ever witnessed
I tried to tell 'em but they never listen
This is how you turn men to villains
This is how you turn men to villains

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