Reminiscin', reminiscin' (reminiscin')

I been thinkin' 'bout the bros, I think I'm trippin' (I'm trippin')

I been thinkin' 'bout the bros, like twin, come back (come back)

PC died while I was in jail, I remember we crunk up in that Scat

PC died, this shit been hell (huh?)

So now they hearin' gun sounds (grrah, grrah)

We let off like a hunnid, I'm shootin'

The bird, keep up with the gun round

Marco, R.I.P. in the spring ground

He buck up, get hit with drop in, like, I think he tryna run (ayo YB, drop that shit)

I think he tried to run (come here)

The switch too fast, now lil' bro hopped in

He got hit with a big Gen, left a big hole, let off the Glock 10

Fucked up, the car, they had me bopped in, but I still had got away

I was 13 spinnin' with Beretta, the clip ridin' 'round with tape (what they doin'?)

Three years later, I started gettin' better

Got a Drac' ridin' in the scrape, aim for his face

My bro be trippin', he start spinnin' for the pape'

I think he laced (uh), all the bros been takin' Fent'

Just to make the lil' bitch squirt, but on the drill, might hop the fence

Do what them jiggas make you do

I'm on a jig in a '62 Chevy, the state get hate

Hop out, and it's clear (what they doin'?)

Every time I get extended, I can't fuck with that shit loose

Hop out and geek shit, drop the roof

You try to run, get ICU

The tint man leave your ass, can't pull (you can't see shit)

I think he tried to run (huh?)

The switch too fast, now lil' bro hopped in

He got hit with a big Gen, left a big hole, let off the Glock 10

Fucked up, the car, they had me bopped in (facts), but I still had got away (what they doin'?)

I was 13 spinnin' with Beretta, the clip ridin' 'round with tape

Now I'm reminiscin' (reminiscin')

South Central with Lil Wow (Wow)

He might walk to the AK for a cig or a Black & Mild

We been stealin' since a child

Plus my grandma think I'm trippin'

Got on all black, she don't like my style

And when I come through totin' the switchy

You better duck and hit the ground (hit the floor)

Now I'm back, just reminiscin' (reminiscin')

Spinnin' with Lil Wow, you better duck 'cause he got glizzy (grrah)

PC was sellin' grams for a three-five, he want 50

I'm like, "Twin, that shit some bullshit"

He ain't got shit but a lil' 20 (huh?)

I think he tried to run

The switch too fast, now lil' bro hopped in

He got hit with a big Gen, left a big hole, let off the Glock 10

Fucked up, the car, they had me bopped in, but I still had got away (what they doin'?)

I was 13 spinnin' with Beretta, the clip ridin' 'round with tape (what they doin'?)