Memories

I do this for myself
I don't need your compliments
Had it all along
All I needed was the confidence
These rappers need to catch up, they a bunch of condiments
Already dropped a classic, I won't deal with your incompetence
I fell off the edge
That shit was bottomless
That's why I'm caught up in the moment
I can't think about it
Fell like I'm floating through time endlessly
Cop a zip, break it down, let my brain unwind
Put my pain on the track one verse at a time, so give a fuck if a critic ain't gonna let me shine
Yeah, you ain't fucking with it, why you asinine?
Since a yougin' I've been told that I'm one of a kind
Yeah, they say they coming for me, why you stalling?
If you try and one-up on me I might rush in like Stalin
Everybody quick to do a diss track but I don't hear no mother fucking name calling
Why's that?

I'm just trying to do this for my mental
Trying to do this for me
I deserve a green branch on my family tree... but don't get it twisted, I give a fuck about the money
'Cause at the end of me, when my soul is free and you're about to go, those riches don't mean shit
...And only then will you see, the only thing that ever mattered is your memories

When I stopped skating, didn't stop the grind
Dope rhymes, just imagine when I'm in my prime
I'm a non-believer, why the fuck I feel divine?
It's do-or-die I'm putting my life up on the line
I can no longer live a lie
I can no longer watch time pass me by
This my battle-cry
Step up out of my way, I imply, to get in front of me is suicide
Fuck a critic, stay committed, that's the preference
Didn't think I had to emphasize for you to get the message
How the fuck you do you say no, when my flow this appalling
Knew I had it in me since the day I was crawling
Yeah, I think I might start balling like Spalding
So if I make 10 digits, guess I know this my calling
Damn, a couple racks for a meet and greet?
How the fuck you got a hot head with those cold feet?
I heard you still sleeping on me, did you catch up on your Z's?
How the fuck you not here?
Now, let my soul speak
HOV, you could never be in my lane, bro
'Cause I put it all out on the track like Usain Bolt
I just wanna prove it to myself, fuck the fame, ho
'Cause I can't keep living in step-daddy's disdain, no
Just wanna prove it to myself
Fuck the fame, fuck the fame, fuck the fame
Can't keep living in disdain, that's why I...

I'm just trying to do this for my mental
Trying to do this for me
I deserve a green branch on my family tree... but don't get it twisted, I give a fuck about the money
'Cause at the end of me, when my soul is free and you're about to go, those riches don't mean shit
...And only then will you see, the only thing that ever mattered is your memories