Memory

(Yeah)

(Bounce)

(nine1)

My worst enemy is my memory
The truth gone always come out just give em Hennessy
Niggas was wearing big clothes, that wasn't clean to me
And now I wear my clothes big my nigga look at me

(Now) My worst enemy is my memory
Back when we used to watch martin before we fell asleep
I always look at my son wondering what he sees
And when I leave him with god leave him a legacy

Now Now
(you feel it)
(you feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(you feel it)
(you feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(you feel it)
(you feel it)

Do shit like Pun
Way back when Jordan's used to cost a ton
I want my women all all black like nuns
Them pictures on my grandma wall had to resemble one
Assemble family only under begotten son
Abuse the substance that green like my pockets
Don't show your money on Instagram they pocket watchin
Watching the kids die young that's the same as abortion
Listen to one of the greatest playing that rigamortis
Pray in the morning
You play in the morning, Tom Joyner
I tried to warn ya, the boy sick, nigga I'm coughin (cough cough)
We not the same I'm a martian I was raised in the carter (carter)
Nearly an author, I'm purely a baller niggas falling
Bitches keep calling to keep it hundred that's distraction
Niggas unpacking the shit you would consider a macken
I'm in yo mouth like I'm plaquin
Sun light to moon light the necklace
Nigga you are what you practice
And baby I'm bout action
Nigga get at me

My worst enemy is my memory
The truth gone always come out just give em Hennessy
Niggas was wearing big clothes, that wasn't clean to me
And now I wear my clothes big my nigga look at me!

(Now) My worst enemy is my memory
Back when we used to watch martin before we fell asleep
I always look at my son wondering what he sees
And when i leave him with god leave him a legacy

Now Now
(you feel it)
(you feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(you feel it)
(you feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(I feel it)
(you feel it)
(you feel it)

I feel like I'm nice still
I'm quite ill
The champagne got nice chill
I'm that real
She said that booty got nice feel
I wont tell
Go ask Mark where's my deal? (Now)
I feel like I'm nice still
I'm quite ill
The champagne got nice chill
I'm that real
She said that booty got nice feel
I wont tell
Go ask Mark where's my deal? (Now)



Credits
Writer(s): Andre Santonio Starkey
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