Lost in memory

This was all new to me
Fuck that foolishry
The streets was a zoo to me
By how it was doing
I ain't know what the struggle could really do to me
The streets can make you a man or try to beat you brutally

Moms work till her feet hot
In some Reebok's
I know them nights after work her mind need a detox
But I'm still asking for them Jordan's they just had a restock
I need them 11s right now man I want what he got
Mind you this the era in New York when they was rocking G-shocks
Rockin Different colored Prada's smell like they was fresh out the box
Couldn't afford the fazos so I got the fila
Same pair of shoes for a year shit was gettin me hot
Tired of the same thang
So I Thought about the gang bang
I Try to get my name changed
I Thought the robbin would make change
Standing proud screaming gang gang
Card scamming just to maintain
Making dumb decisions lil nigga big brain
My brother talked me out of it
Told me bout the scholarships
Don't ignore just acknowledge it
Sneaks dirty now polish it
Thought I needed more street cred than oxygen
So I can win
But nah niggas become rappers or ballers just to get out of it
Gotta new career in it for 4 I second guess myself
Blowing clouds all day for stress really concern my health
I do most of my business dolo try not to ask for help
It's sink or swim in this business but I'm right there with Micheal Phelps
Nothin more sad than moms at ya event next to an empty seat
Brother come home drunk wobblin like this was happy feet
Middle of the summer house hotter than suns vs the heat
Born in Staten Island but Brooklyn is what I really bleed
This part of my life Sums it up
Never lost in memory built a man that was comin up
Could trick a few dollars of ya bitch if she was dumb enough
The streets taught me if you get knocked down you still over come
But you can't find redemption in the names you giving up
Cuzz niggas outside leaving you hanging outside cuzz they clipped you up
Runnin from the feds gone get ya fitness up
I use to have the hand me downs to get me up
Stay away from bozos they faker than tummy tucks
I don't know if you can feel the pain from my energy
I feel like now I gotta whole different identity
Cuzz most of my past was lost in the memory
Hood native but to America the public enemy

This was all new to me
Fuck that foolishry
The streets was a zoo to me
By how it was doing
I ain't know what the struggle could really do to me
The streets can make you a man or try to beat you brutally