Ace Hood - Reminiscing lyrics

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Ace Hood - Reminiscing lyrics

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

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