| Let’s take these niggas back to '98
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| Mama in the kitchen, cookin' up her favorite cake
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| Daddy gone, never home, he say he outta state
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| Five times I only seen that nigga to this day
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| And I was blind as a youngun but I learned better
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| Five kids, visitation, game, never
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| But ain’t trippin', mama did your dirty work?
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| 23 and got a crib that’s seven figures worth
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| Even as a youngun I had bigger dreams
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| Made another way instead of triple beams
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| 17 all about that green cream
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| Break that 9 to 5, I quitted in about a week
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| That’s true story, it was overrated
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| They don’t crack those middle fingers cause they under pay me
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| Back on the block, not a single dollar
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| I told her mom that hottest nigga had a brother
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| They laughed at me, they clown me
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| They hatin' shit, don’t want that bitch around me
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| So I joined the label, dollars and deals
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| I stayed around the corner from minors who deal
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| Stacking that money, switching them whips
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| Motivated by the dope boy ain’t gettin' chips
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| My vision changed, the struggle came
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| I see my mama cryin', I can feel her pain
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| The pills are so behind we can’t afford a thing
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| We can’t afford a thing
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| Couple months I met with DJ Khaled
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| Saw my killing, got a hundred thousand dollars pimp
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| Call my mother crying like we outta here
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| Hard times, kiss my ass
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| Flew the Louie, pressing thousands in the duffle bag
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| That was 074, back to 20 12
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| Paid a set, I get one hitin' thirty well
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| Not sugar coating shit, you niggas fairytale
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| They free my niggas locked behind them prison cells
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| I’m one of just a few who send my niggas mail
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| Hearing a lot of talk 'bout what you niggas do
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| I’m everywhere, you never there, I’m like a prostitute
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| Brought my money, let that pistol bust ya testicles
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| Speaking on my fam you get the medic room
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| A couple top tens, bitch I’m livin' good
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| Penthouse in Miami and that record do it
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| Make them bitches suck it till they catch the fluid
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| I just lost my daughter but I’m prayin' through it
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| Starvation, starvation
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| Livin' every day like I’m on vacation
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| Underrated, they say I is
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| And I’m a give 'em hell oh them satan fears
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| Starvation, Starvation
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| Like looking in the eyes of a poor baby
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| Poor baby, they scared now
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| Did it for you non-believers case you wonder why
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| Amen
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| Love |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Reminiscing, artist - Ace Hood. Album song Starvation, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп