Benji Finesse - Reminiscing

Looking back at all the sad nights
Play the crib cause I was bummy ain't have stash right
Lunch money went straight to the zips then it was bag time
Dubs's eighth mad dimes
Got caught mad fines
Young nigga flipping the work
Guess it was that time
Got bitches copping up
Just so they got chat time
If a nigga actin tuff imma let this mac fly
Just don't tell on me I Kno hoes be on that rat time
Big blunts probably Shaq size
Glizzy hold forty
Bullets flying where ya hat lie
Put you on but you move sus can't have no rat ties
Can't hit licks with you
No finessing
You the bad guy
Niggas talking more than bitches
Holding out they penny pinching
Hear some gossip bet they listen
Diamonds blinding wrist be glisten
Empty clips and aint I missing
Every target every witness
Pray to god asks for forgiveness
I'm Tryna make up for that lost time
Late night early grind
Off-white stripes thats for any crime
I hit a nigga with that four five
Leave the scene and then I toss mine
Got me trooping all night
Like can I make it to the four-line
Prolly take it to the northside get off and hit more crimes
Skate off for the fourth time
Pockets fat just gave me more shine
Show no remorse when I let off mine
Shootouts happen anytime
Don't do the crime if you can't do the time
I swear these niggas switching up a why I let them bullets fly
Bullets gon hit you
Shit gon fly like missiles
When that chopper spray won't miss you
Hit you and forget you
Swear these niggas soft like tissue so I see no issue
Load it up and aim you down cock back and dismiss you

Written by:
Darryl Raiford

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