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letra de reminiscing - peso peso & sauce walka

[intro]
ouu quad this sh-t bang

[verse 1: peso peso]
it f-cked me up when my n-gga roy died
they got caught the next day, so i couldn’t even slide
we wasn’t on the best terms, but i don’t give a f-ck
we grew up since we was young, man, that sh-t made me cry
and to this day, i can’t respect his b-tch, she was on some kid sh-t
you put his day-one n-gga on the do not attend list
same one he used to live with, same n-gga he done slid with
we used to freestyle all night and dream that we would get rich
ayy, rеmember we would walk to thе sh-ll just to get an elly
ayy, remember we was runnin’ from the laws [?][0:41]
we had to hustle all night to put food in our belly
n-gga, that’s my f-ckin’ brother, it ain’t sh-t you can tell me
i’m just reminiscing
and i don’t talk about my problems, they don’t care to listen
and where i’m from, to stay alive, it’s a daily mission
so many teachers always said, “you on your way to prison”
some of my n-ggas dead or they had to fight the system
i had to grow up in the slammer
i was locked up in the cell when i heard about miranda
and when i heard about howard, that was way too much to handle
rest in peace [?][1:06] flyin’ in forever
i’m just reminiscing
[verse 2: sauce walka]
i remember havin’ a pot without no spot to p-ss in
we had to get ours outside, see, we ain’t have no kitchen
i was in the [?][1:18] lookin’ at the ceiling
sleepin’ on the same tile floor as all these children
but i was homeless when i had a home
sleepin’ in my mama bathroom with all the cabinets gone
couldn’t call my pops or cps, sh-t, we ain’t have a phone
even if we did, i wouldn’t call, ’cause that ain’t in my bones
now tell me if that is too real
to be abandoned by your mama and still hold down the crib
lil’ n-gga ain’t ate in ’bout six days and still bust down the ribs
barbecue man done blessed a lil’ n-gga, you know how that feel? for real
i get chills in my spine thinkin’ about my times
thinkin’ about my crimes
thinkin’ ’bout snitches, how do they drop them dimes?
we was just on front lines
thought it was gangster, well, i guess not, uh-uh
still on the block, uh-uh
try to fit in, and you will get shot, uh-uh
then it’s over
see, there’s a fine difference between a cop and a soldier
this water that we drip’ll move a rock or a boulder
the fake gettin’ folded, but my bank get loaded, we showed it

- peso peso sauce walka

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