Reminiscing
I'm sitting at the table reminiscing about the past
Man it make me mad just tryna get the bag
Slaving at this job man it's making me sad
Making them millions and I go home stressed
Rent coming up and I'm getting depressed
Pay ever two weeks and the pay is ass
Thinking about robbing but I don't wanna have to blast
Thinking about selling weed but the cops on ass
Stealing is a thought until your ass get caught
You can't make bail so you pray to the lord
Your friends already snitched cause they some fake ass friends
Your world just ended but it just began
Could be street nigga until it ain't fun
Niggas busting at your fam when the war is done
They wanna have a trophy your mom or a little one
Could work three jobs and just die a hard worker
Retail janitor or a mother fucking server
Go to college for a trade just to work at Mc ds
Just to hit your knees
Now your body hurting your twenty three
It's not for me I did it already
I'm a hard fucking rapper you niggas is not ready
It was a short song but this shit got heavy
I just wanna be heard like the hunger in your belly
remember you ain't support now you hot and ready
Man it make me mad just tryna get the bag
Slaving at this job man it's making me sad
Making them millions and I go home stressed
Rent coming up and I'm getting depressed
Pay ever two weeks and the pay is ass
Thinking about robbing but I don't wanna have to blast
Thinking about selling weed but the cops on ass
Stealing is a thought until your ass get caught
You can't make bail so you pray to the lord
Your friends already snitched cause they some fake ass friends
Your world just ended but it just began
Could be street nigga until it ain't fun
Niggas busting at your fam when the war is done
They wanna have a trophy your mom or a little one
Could work three jobs and just die a hard worker
Retail janitor or a mother fucking server
Go to college for a trade just to work at Mc ds
Just to hit your knees
Now your body hurting your twenty three
It's not for me I did it already
I'm a hard fucking rapper you niggas is not ready
It was a short song but this shit got heavy
I just wanna be heard like the hunger in your belly
remember you ain't support now you hot and ready
Credits
Writer(s): Donnie Bradley Jr
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