Memories (feat. Jay Bandz & Splurge Boyz)

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I gotta free my mind, let the bullshit flee my mind
Been active like crazy and they act like they don't see my grind
Well they for sure finna see my shine
Cause I'm two words and eight letters, self-made
And I make my own cheddar, nigga, I'm self-paid
Start a problem with gang, it's finna be hell raised
I got niggas with stupid aim and they well trained
I was out on the block with my niggas playing four, five, six
By the age of seventeen, I touch four, five sticks
Hit sixteen already, sold like four, five bricks
Now I'm nineteen, doing better, smoking four, five spliffs
I got bands on me, I'ma make it to the big screen, I plan on it
I'm too clean, so nigga, please don't put your hands on me
I told y'all I can't be fucked with & I stand on it
Yeah, I stand on it
Deep down in my heart, I feel betrayed
You left my side when you said you would stay
But it's okay, cause I don't need no fake niggas on the stage
And I don't need your love because I know that shit is fake, so stay away
Anticipated my downfall had to prove you wrong
You gon' see me on the TV, hear me through these songs
My energy's protected can't hang with anyone Appreciate my losses, they made me a champion
What would you do if you love 'em, but you really can't trust 'em
I tried to stay humble, now it's f*ck 'em
Pushed them away, they gon' snake you if you let 'em
Tryna drown him when I see him, ima wet him
I gave you my heart it left me heartless
I love money more than you, I'm just being honest
I said I love you, I lied, I lied, I lied
Baby girl, do not cry
Just had two cups of Hulk, and now I'm turnt So now I feel like smashin
I'ma make her burst like she a star now shorty a Kardashian
Brodie got the work up in his glove, yeah, we always trappin
We takin' trips & we doin' shit that you can't imagine
I don't want no apologies
Cuz I know you don't mean it, you say it when it's convenient
So I don't want no apologies
No, I don't want no apologies
I gotta free my thoughts, I was taught young, money talks
I had a heart, you turned it cold, you ripped it apart
Things will come to light if it was did in the dark
I was swimmin' on my own in the water with sharks
My dog got a elbow like MMA
What I make up, this a folk, I have niggas in shape
Like a athlete, my dog will put it to your face, Shoot out yo' acne
Watch that back door, they can't stab me
Currently, I've been gettin' currency
They copy me, cause them niggas under me
And the Glock with me, so please do not run up on me
I keep guap on me, so I don't care who f*ck with me
I gotta free my mind, let the bullshit flee my mind
Been active like crazy and they act like they don't see my grind
Well, they for sure finna see my shine
Cause I'm two words and eight letters, self-made
And I make my own cheddar, nigga, I'm self-paid
Start a problem with gang, it's finna be hell-raised
I got niggas with stupid name and they well-trained

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