| Yeah, reminisce
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| Reminisce
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| I’m praying for you even if you don’t ask
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| Just in case the drink might be our last
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| And those times we laugh and smile become a thing of the past
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| I’d rather smell the flowers now before I’m under the grass, I know
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| We got a habit of holding onto those grudges
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| Emergency break loving
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| Some folk just ain’t budging for they kinfolk
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| Until they ride in that limo
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| Kind of parade that you don’t wave out the window
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| That’s a sad story, we never dreamed we’d make it past forty
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| Now that we pushing thirty living fast just ain’t worth it
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| I’m tryna plant a seed and grow it on the richest surface
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| Have a child with my queen, the closest thing to being perfect
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| Perhaps this verse is better suited for a song
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| But sometimes a hook can water down what’s going on
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| And a freestyle will get the point across before too long
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| I pray my words chime like church bells when I’m gone
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| The lifestyle of ripping and running is cool for starters
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| I’m tryna live for now and still focus on tomorrow
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| Uplifting times and sorrow even if the time is borrowed
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| And be the kind of king like my father
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| All I ever wanted was to make my parents proud
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| Ever since I left the and got my ass up off the couch
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| The road less traveled but I wouldn’t change the route
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| I put up with the bullshit to put on for the South
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| A lesson learned
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| Cuz shit get crazy when you’re finally grown
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| Despite the silent nights God never left me on my own
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| Made me strong, now I gotta big up my family
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| Big up my friends, so if these biggies belittle
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| We’ll be bigger than them
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| I seen it though, clear as day
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| I get tired of leaving home, sometimes I’d rather stay
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| And kick it to my pops about the biz
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| with my brothers and hang out with they kids
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| I hope they still remember who they uncle really is
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| I heard they walking now, no more crawling in the crib
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| No more drinking bottles cuz they asking for a sip
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| I can’t let ya
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| Thinking back to when grandma used to give me all those lectures
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| Now that I’m older I can see from her perspective
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| That money don’t buy love, happiness or heaven, blessings
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| I hope my tongue convey that I’m serious and that you feel it
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| If these my last words, let them be more than lyrics, Krizzle
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| This is for if you reminisce over me, my God
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| This is for if you reminisce over me, my God
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| This is for if you reminisce over me, my God, Krizzle
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| (This is for if you reminisce over me, my God)
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| (This is for if you reminisce over me, my God)
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| (This is for if you reminisce over me, my God) |