Reminiscing by Kodak Black
Key: DD | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


Intro: Kodak Black]
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Off the head, shit, you know what I'm saying
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Glee, brr, off the dome, man, I'm in, ayy
Verse 1: Kodak Black]
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22 hours locked down, ain't shit to do but think
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I remember like it was yesterday, was drinkin' out the sink
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I'm sittin' back plottin', I'm just sittin' back vibin'
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A nigga can't complain, I had to use my time wisely
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I'm sleepin' in a dorm, but they ain't send me off to college
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I still got money buried from that lick I hit in Raleigh
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I'm book-smart but the streets gave me all my knowledge
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So there ain't nun' for you when you comin' out the projects
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So there ain't nun' for you when you comin' out the slum
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A mouth full of gold teeth, they think a nigga dumb
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I got a head full of dreads, think a nigga illiterate
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But I know when I go to talk, a nigga'll reconsider it
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I know you niggas just tryna benefit
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I ain't fuckin' with you a little bit
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I ain't fuckin' with you at all
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I ain't fuckin' with you at all
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I was sellin' weed in middle school, just meet me in the halls
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Right now I'm goin' in, but I was just behind the wall
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This jail got me thinkin', I feel like everybody flawed
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I got too much to lose, but I'll still go at a nigga jaw
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I'm down for the count, I'm never down for the cause 
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I made a million dollars off of shows and goin' hard
Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
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I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I
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Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
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But, I'm reminiscing, yeah
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I'm reminiscing, yeah
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Fuck your problems, it's too late to tell me sorry
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I pulled up in a 'rari, it don't come with no apologies
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I'm reminiscing, yeah
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I'm reminiscing, yeah
Verse 2: Kodak Black]
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I remember everythin', I done been through everythin'
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I remember who shitted on me, or who been in the paint
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Like Ray J, got a bitch from the Bronx givin' me brain
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Like Ray J, I done walked through the motherfuckin' rain
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Right now I done got too far to give a motherfucker a feature
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I'm the freshest man in high school, but I'm a motherfuckin' senior
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Lil' shawty want to kick it, I told her I don't play FIFA
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I jumped up out the Beamer, now I'm slidin' in the regal.
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That pussy so tight but I be tryna go deeper
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If she can make goulash, she a motherfuckin' keeper
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Reminiscin' about my niggas, reminiscin' about my homies
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I'm thinkin' 'bout my niggas, I'm thinkin' 'bout my whoadies
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I don't fuck with Fooly no more but I still fuck with Cody
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Got a booger in my nose, A Boogie on the Chorus
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A young nigga, I jumped off the porch, run Forrest
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I'll lose it about that money, I'll go dumb for it
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I'm workin' like a Mexican, fuck around and get deported
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I bought my mama a crib, thirty clip in my forty
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She said that my baby, I told that bih let's go to Maury
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Lame niggas get extorted, if it ain't foreign then it's borin'
Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
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I love money, I can't go back to the bottom 'cause I
                        A                       D                
Hate it at the bottom, try to stop thinking about it
A                        D
But, I'm reminiscing, yeah
                     A
I'm reminiscing, yeah
  D                      A                       D
Fuck your problems, it's too late to tell me sorry
                         A                          D
I pulled up in a 'rari, it don't come with no apologies
                A      D
I'm reminiscing, yeah
                 A
I'm reminiscing, yeah