Reminiscing

Lyrics

[Intro] (Damn, Quad, this shit bang) [Verse 1: Peso Peso] It fucked me up when my nigga Roy died They got caught the next day, so I couldn't even slide We wasn't on the best terms, but I don't give a fuck We grew up since we was young, man, that shit made me cry And to this day, I can't respect his bitch, she was on some kid shit You put his day-one nigga on the do not attend list Same one he used to live with, same nigga he done slid with We used to freestyle all night and dream that we would get rich Ayy, rеmember we would walk to thе Shell just to get an elly Ayy, remember we was runnin' from the laws [?][0:41] We had to hustle all night to put food in our belly Nigga, that's my fuckin' brother, it ain't shit you can tell me I'm just reminiscing And I don't talk about my problems, they don't care to listen And where I'm from, to stay alive, it's a daily mission So many teachers always said, "You on your way to prison" Some of my niggas dead or they had to fight the system I had to grow up in the slammer I was locked up in the cell when I heard about Miranda And when I heard about Howard, that was way too much to handle Rest in peace [?][1:06] flyin' in forever I'm just reminiscing [Verse 2: Sauce Walka] I remember havin' a pot without no spot to piss in We had to get ours outside, see, we ain't have no kitchen I was in the [?][1:18] lookin' at the ceiling Sleepin' on the same tile floor as all these children But I was homeless when I had a home Sleepin' in my mama bathroom with all the cabinets gone Couldn't call my pops or CPS, shit, we ain't have a phone Even if we did, I wouldn't call, 'cause that ain't in my bones Now tell me if that is too real To be abandoned by your mama and still hold down the crib Lil' nigga ain't ate in 'bout six days and still bust down the ribs Barbecue man done blessed a lil' nigga, you know how that feel? For real I get chills in my spine thinkin' about my times Thinkin' about my crimes Thinkin' 'bout snitches, how do they drop them dimes? We was just on front lines Thought it was gangster, well, I guess not, uh-uh Still on the block, uh-uh Try to fit in, and you will get shot, uh-uh Then it's over See, there's a fine difference between a cop and a soldier This water that we drip'll move a rock or a boulder The fake gettin' folded, but my bank get loaded, we showed it