#Lsm

This is how we do
Every single day, YNG, we don't play
These are visions of my past
It's GuapThaGOD yes I'm Back Motha Fuckaz

You was my little spring memory that I used to have
I know you hear me now, so I felt it's time to come back
They hated on me now, they screaming out
Yo GuapThaGOD, we love you, we love you

You was my little spring memory
Cruisin' in the cherry three
Flyin' down the grand central, at a buck seventy

Known to smoke the good good, aroma smelling heavenly
You niggas don't want drama, cause I bring it to you heavily
I remember Drivin' coppin' dimes up on Evergreen
Now I'm here, countin' up the most green that I ever seen

Lost in my melody, music is my remedy
Niggas takin' shots and I ain't talkin' bout Hennessy
Others gettin' knocked because they talkin' too excessively
I'm a missing recipe, that hip-hop needed desperately

Nothing less than solid, you can see it in my Pedegree
Cut from a different cloth, and I don't mean embroidery
Came from a era where your crew was more than 40 deep
Either it's your triple fat goose, or you're gettin' laid to sleep

Started out as spring love, these are the things I think of
Used to move quarters on the block to get my chips up
Now I'm sellin' squares on the block to just to flip up
Too much to lose, so I can't afford a slip up

These are Sacrifices one accepts to make a quick buck
My friends close & enemies closer cause nigaz switch up
Didn't think I'd be makin' money off sharing thoughts
And through out struggles, a couple friends that I lost

Wishing that they was here as I look into the sky
Grateful just to make it another day I'm alive
I couldn't be somethin' I wasn't, never been for frontin'
Fell in love with music ever since I was a youngin

Vibed out to MJB & JAY Z
Nas, Illmatic, The Late Great B.I.G
Big Pun, CL, Smooth, Run, DMC
& Wu-Tang, Show Me, it was all about the cream

I can't forget the Fugees, GUNIT & Max B
And due to Rakim, I'm now a microphone fiend
Like Big Daddy Kane said, there ain't no half Steppin'
I learned from Slick Rick, from the art of storytelling

But OUTKAST Aquemini, had me committing homicides
Got vicious with a written, & spittin' heat like the summertime for my

Little spring memory, I know you can hear me now
For the record, I love you, I love you

You was my little spring memory, that I used to have
I know you hear me now, so I felt it's time to come back
They hated on me now, they screamin' out
Yo GuapThaGOD, we love you, we love you