Bad Memories
Ugh
Yea
I was just young as a child
All of this money I'm feelin' like hov
But I'm not runnin' the town
Baby, you know that I got you
But you know I'm not stickin' around
Baby, I'm just keepin' it down
Can't be stuck in the house
This gun don't make no sound
Call me, I'm losin' the count
Washing my clothes, then I gotta bounce
Days been long since takin' this route
Stuck in the yo, I'm feelin' the doubt
Baby, I'm stressin' my time on the couch
All of these bars, I'm thinkin' out loud
My homie, he done, he say that he out
Dam
I gave him my word
Price on his head
It feel like a curse
I told him he good
I wish that I diddnt
All of this pain I can't be uplifting
All of this blood on the phone
Sometimes feel better alone
All these prices, who's sellin' they soul
Dad died, now I cry on the road
Bad memory, gotta cancel the shows
Balanced beams, turned to straight lines gotta stay on my toes
Leg shots, not hittin' the bone
At the sky, just watchin' the drones
21, was rockin' the fro
Cold house, we was finishin' songs
850, can't remember this wrong
Me and Keem in the studio, we had food on the stove
Good times, but the nights, it was long
Ski mask, had to get me a gun
Sorry, mama, just pray for your son
Yeah, bae you know I'm hangin' with them vultures
Bae I pick you up just like a chauffeur
Fuck you, baby, then I fuck you over
Bae, I went to school to be a broker
Baby, you know what's left for me
40 on my waist, baby, life expectancy
Baby, why you always gettin' less of me
All this Nike, but you never went and checked on me
Naw
All this trauma, Kurt Cobain, bae, listening to Nirvana
Baby, if I die, what they sayin' to my mama?
Gettin' closer to the God, standin' right next to my father
All this passion, when I rhyme, I never did it for the commas
Used to have it in the Saturn, then we switched it to the Honda
I'm all over the shit, why you always put me under
Not up in the league, but I had the rock, I couldn't fumble
No time for vacation, but this my last resort
We was poppin' bottles, they was dyin' over corks
No silver spoon, in the road was a fork
Baby, why you callin' when I'm goin' up the court
Bae, why you callin'? Got my homie up in court
Bae, who you fuckin' if they lock me after court
Countin' all my money like what I need it for
For all of these lawyers for the mission, can't abort
Yea
I was just young as a child
All of this money I'm feelin' like hov
But I'm not runnin' the town
Baby, you know that I got you
But you know I'm not stickin' around
Baby, I'm just keepin' it down
Can't be stuck in the house
This gun don't make no sound
Call me, I'm losin' the count
Washing my clothes, then I gotta bounce
Days been long since takin' this route
Stuck in the yo, I'm feelin' the doubt
Baby, I'm stressin' my time on the couch
All of these bars, I'm thinkin' out loud
My homie, he done, he say that he out
Dam
I gave him my word
Price on his head
It feel like a curse
I told him he good
I wish that I diddnt
All of this pain I can't be uplifting
All of this blood on the phone
Sometimes feel better alone
All these prices, who's sellin' they soul
Dad died, now I cry on the road
Bad memory, gotta cancel the shows
Balanced beams, turned to straight lines gotta stay on my toes
Leg shots, not hittin' the bone
At the sky, just watchin' the drones
21, was rockin' the fro
Cold house, we was finishin' songs
850, can't remember this wrong
Me and Keem in the studio, we had food on the stove
Good times, but the nights, it was long
Ski mask, had to get me a gun
Sorry, mama, just pray for your son
Yeah, bae you know I'm hangin' with them vultures
Bae I pick you up just like a chauffeur
Fuck you, baby, then I fuck you over
Bae, I went to school to be a broker
Baby, you know what's left for me
40 on my waist, baby, life expectancy
Baby, why you always gettin' less of me
All this Nike, but you never went and checked on me
Naw
All this trauma, Kurt Cobain, bae, listening to Nirvana
Baby, if I die, what they sayin' to my mama?
Gettin' closer to the God, standin' right next to my father
All this passion, when I rhyme, I never did it for the commas
Used to have it in the Saturn, then we switched it to the Honda
I'm all over the shit, why you always put me under
Not up in the league, but I had the rock, I couldn't fumble
No time for vacation, but this my last resort
We was poppin' bottles, they was dyin' over corks
No silver spoon, in the road was a fork
Baby, why you callin' when I'm goin' up the court
Bae, why you callin'? Got my homie up in court
Bae, who you fuckin' if they lock me after court
Countin' all my money like what I need it for
For all of these lawyers for the mission, can't abort
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