Reminiscence

Told 'em "Sit the fuck down!" They ain't listen though

Used to hit the liquor store for a fifth and go

Back to the crib and smoke Blacks while we spittin' flows

Me and Will would go half on some Michelob

Split a six pack, chit chat about business goals

Had big plans but our paths split on different roads

This ain't a diss track, no subliminals

But I look back and just laugh at the shit you wrote

Too nice to say it's wack or it isn't dope

Guess that's the price you pay to deliver hope

No need to fix it if it isn't broke

I don't even miss it or wish that you were still my bro