Memories
Memories
I'mma be stuck in your memory
Act tuff and get turned to a memory
Clip full like it ran out of memory
Memories
I'm a legend look back in your memories
I'm still on my way to my destiny
Still grind like it's ten of me
Von told me let them shits fly
Let it out let em love it or bye
You know the mission it's get rich or die
I don't drill I just kill niggas pride
We gonn trap out wherever we at
Lord let these pockets forever be fat
Hit me I'm closer whenever they slack
Miss out on chicken never we black
And I know niggas will
Lie like they weed za but it be tra
Stop saying these Runts nigga these fronts
Mac 1 but you grew it outside
That ain't Gumbo that's purple punch
You can get rolled up smoked up
You can be a whole blunt pass it no steaming
We don't even gotta bring the chops out you can get stomped out
Nigga it's Timberland season
Never diss Body Bag bodies'll drop
Big opps in the lobby with chops
Got it on lock
They still tryna copy our bop one button put that to a stop
Niggas talk hot then they call cops that shit is yok
Whatever they jacking I drop
I'm a little old for the bullshit
Even this drill shit clout getting little niggas shot
They gonn live on in our memories
Forever put on in your memory
Say your name get turned to a memory
All these drunk nights fucking with my memory
I'm a legend look back in your memory
Fuck 12 I'mma trap till they bury me
Bury my name in your memory
And watch what you say when you mention me
I'mma be stuck in your memory
Act tuff and get turned to a memory
Clip full like it ran out of memory
Memories
I'm a legend look back in your memories
I'm still on my way to my destiny
Still grind like it's ten of me
Von told me let them shits fly
Let it out let em love it or bye
You know the mission it's get rich or die
I don't drill I just kill niggas pride
We gonn trap out wherever we at
Lord let these pockets forever be fat
Hit me I'm closer whenever they slack
Miss out on chicken never we black
And I know niggas will
Lie like they weed za but it be tra
Stop saying these Runts nigga these fronts
Mac 1 but you grew it outside
That ain't Gumbo that's purple punch
You can get rolled up smoked up
You can be a whole blunt pass it no steaming
We don't even gotta bring the chops out you can get stomped out
Nigga it's Timberland season
Never diss Body Bag bodies'll drop
Big opps in the lobby with chops
Got it on lock
They still tryna copy our bop one button put that to a stop
Niggas talk hot then they call cops that shit is yok
Whatever they jacking I drop
I'm a little old for the bullshit
Even this drill shit clout getting little niggas shot
They gonn live on in our memories
Forever put on in your memory
Say your name get turned to a memory
All these drunk nights fucking with my memory
I'm a legend look back in your memory
Fuck 12 I'mma trap till they bury me
Bury my name in your memory
And watch what you say when you mention me
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Writer(s): Sahir Wilson
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