Family Reunion

Ooh
Mmm, ha
Yeah, ooh
Back on my flight, boyish

Yeah
Hey, Bobby, what I want you to do is
Go down your call log and call all the boys
From back in the days, we got something for them, bro

I'ma call up everybody that I love
We don't even gotta be blood
Even if we ain't been in touch
I miss them days we were buds

Yeah, let me take you back to the days we was at
Snappin' on the tracks on the old five Mac, no mic
You could touch just a mic that's attached
Clippin' on the tracks so we hit the stand back

Got ten homies deep in my room writin' raps
Might've been wack, but that shit was a blast
Lowkey, I'd do anything to go back to the past
I saw the old setup and that shit made me sad

Smokin' at the park in the dark
It's been a long day
I can say that we came a long way
Had a lil' doubt, but we kept good faith

Had my head down, but God picked me up with grace
Tenth grade, had a vid go viral for the first time
Mr. Woodside said, congratulations in the lunch line
Skimmin' school to spit, we be late sometimes

Tryna think of bars, I think I used up all my punchlines
We spread out all over the place
Kort in Japan, he workin' on planes
Back home, I kick it with Zach

And be hoopin' with Sheldon and Trey
Shoutout to Klaus, cause he well on his way
I just called Noah, he out in L.A
Kirby and Jax, they'll be out RVA

Most'll be rappin', I made him a tape
Shoutout to Joseph, my spiritual brother
He in Oklahoma, he walkin' on faith
My brothers, my family got Antoine

And come on, I'm Machi Vinge
I remember days we was puttin' in work
Touchdown, makin' them plays on first
Man, I do this, I'm so ruthless

Had to come turn up with the crew, bitch
Hop in the studio, this shit ain't new
They know I might go stupid
I'ma call up everybody that I love

We don't even gotta be blood
Even if we ain't been in touch
I miss them days we were buds
Man, I miss them days, I can't forget them days

To represent them days, I miss them way too much
I ain't no sentimental nigga, I don't say too much
When they was weight trainin', doin' after school and such
I was on the way to tour, I had to try to spark that Dutch

I mean, that's no lie, I got expelled one time
Because it wasn't prescribed, I mean, like, what was I thinkin'
But we legal now and everybody be chiefin
Slapboxin' in the bathroom and bumpin' and sinkin

Shoutout Quan Coz, they made your family fine
And shoutout to J.Wash, no horse jokes this time
Sean Simon, where you been? I hope that you okay
And shoutout to JP, I hope your family's through

And my nigga Eugene, where he always been a hunnid
And shoutout to AJ Murray, always motivate the youngins
And shoutout to Derrick Jones in the lunchroom
Lunchin', can't forget the homie Nolan, I still see him when I'm workin

Gotta score out like a colt, I don't fall like a pope
We was fightin' them adults that was built like the Hulk
In the park, in the dark, we was finna make a mark
Had Autumn down, tellin' that she was pullin' us apart

In the fight, man, but it's still R.I.P. to hype, man
Still free, Jabbar, he in the pen, doin' life, man
Tell Kid Don I need that rematch on sight, man
I'ma call up everybody that I love

We don't even gotta be blood
Even if we ain't been in touch
I miss them days we were buds
I remember days we was puttin' in work

Touchdown, makin' them plays on first
Man, I do this, I'm so ruthless
Had to come turn up with the crew, bitch
Hop in the studio, this shit ain't new

They know I might go stupid