Reminiscing

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Ots J Huncho

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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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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, f*ck 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

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