Reminiscing

It was the golden era of isolation now i’m in a golden era of isolation
We’re still dedicated to put our music out the basement
But these mother fuckers don’t know we been free styling on the pavement
I mean shit what did i do in my life? try drugs, play with lighters and find some bitch to call my wife? fuck i wish i could retry all that fucking shit but i’ll miss my homies and my awesome music man

I miss the shit
I miss all the homies and that one little kid
Fuck, i wish i could see them one more time and tell them all the shit i write in my rhymes

I remember every hot summer day, meet up with all the homies and burn down the vape
Make jokes about crack kids in the beginning of may but now we all separated, m.i.a
I remember getting chased by a psycho trucker, ding dong ditching calling him a fucker we got away so fuck that sucker man i’m reminiscing

I miss the shit
I miss all the homies and that one little kid
Fuck, i wish i could see them one more time and tell them all the shit i write in my rhymes

I miss the shit
I miss all the homies and that one little kid
Fuck, i wish i could see them one more time and tell them all the shit i write in my rhymes

I mean id do all this again but everyone listening didn’t know when i was 10 i used to throw tomahawks with my friend and it would smell like og kush whenever i walked in politics making us turn on each other
I just wish i could meet a long lost brother
Guide him to a new life word to my mother
I think my words are more sharp than the cutter i’d rather be sad alone rich than in the gutter i’m perfecting my flows to make it smooth like butter but when i stutter it haunts me like shutter first 12 when i inhaled through the mouth born in the north but shit when south