[Verse:]
Hey yow, Kay Slay
Whad up boy?
I got a good memory homie
I remember how these niggas try to do me
And that shit get real right?
Remember pop got shot and big got hit
Them big boy kidnapped, who get hooked on some BA shit
I remember love boys, rest in peace Ricky Tie
I will shoot you up in Queens before fifty inch high
Memories you feel like, you know Carcani
Right now they call this swag
Back then we call it gettin’
Smoke more then I should, but my memory good
Memories that are beef between diddy and should
I'm not leaving Jay out, nigga him I own
They said I stab somebody too, you not the only one
Who cares,Kay Slay head crazy, rocket gangs in Harlem
I was only scarface way down bottom
Memories of Pablo and the way they got him
Still see Trayvon Martin, and the way George shot down
Once they kill Michael, when they crack his big lock
I got good and bad memories, these streets is cold
Just for old time sake, I might stand over the stove
And don't forget back when Buck bank account was froze
Man you remember why I ain't fucking with you hoes
I got memory
Man one thing about your memories
Man they can lock you up
Put you under the cell, throw away the key
They cannot take away your memories from you
They are yours to the end of time
I'm from the streets of Philly, these are my memories
New age rap trap, check out my melody
Mom shelter me dreams, are cops selling me
I ain't listen to a thing, my pops was telling me
So I'm me, I was feeling me
When I was arrogant some niggas try killing me
At the cooler, captain was the boss full of me
Moved about a hundred bricks but it was the drugs drilling me
We super fly we high like a singing bee
Riding with the strap all black like the demons be
Rest in peace to Jackson, huh uh, I really miss you
I knew your circumstance was different then you agree for me
So I'mma rap this mine ship and beating in these streets
Need a real nigga riding away immediately
Hey yow, Kay Slay
Whad up boy?
I got a good memory homie
I remember how these niggas try to do me
And that shit get real right?
Remember pop got shot and big got hit
Them big boy kidnapped, who get hooked on some BA shit
I remember love boys, rest in peace Ricky Tie
I will shoot you up in Queens before fifty inch high
Memories you feel like, you know Carcani
Right now they call this swag
Back then we call it gettin’
Smoke more then I should, but my memory good
Memories that are beef between diddy and should
I'm not leaving Jay out, nigga him I own
They said I stab somebody too, you not the only one
Who cares,Kay Slay head crazy, rocket gangs in Harlem
I was only scarface way down bottom
Memories of Pablo and the way they got him
Still see Trayvon Martin, and the way George shot down
Once they kill Michael, when they crack his big lock
I got good and bad memories, these streets is cold
Just for old time sake, I might stand over the stove
And don't forget back when Buck bank account was froze
Man you remember why I ain't fucking with you hoes
I got memory
Man one thing about your memories
Man they can lock you up
Put you under the cell, throw away the key
They cannot take away your memories from you
They are yours to the end of time
I'm from the streets of Philly, these are my memories
New age rap trap, check out my melody
Mom shelter me dreams, are cops selling me
I ain't listen to a thing, my pops was telling me
So I'm me, I was feeling me
When I was arrogant some niggas try killing me
At the cooler, captain was the boss full of me
Moved about a hundred bricks but it was the drugs drilling me
We super fly we high like a singing bee
Riding with the strap all black like the demons be
Rest in peace to Jackson, huh uh, I really miss you
I knew your circumstance was different then you agree for me
So I'mma rap this mine ship and beating in these streets
Need a real nigga riding away immediately
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