Memories Of The Future

Verse 1: Euroz Uh, it's hard to sleep when you got grammy's on your mind So many people sacrificed for me, my families on the line Rarely ever answer calls, unless it's family on the line You see, Euroz is now a brand, but I can't be him all the time Reminiscing gasoline, for niggas whom burn their bridges Praise a certain car, but they hate when they heard we in it I met a fan that drove nine fucking hours, just to watch me perform for 30 minutes I think it's time for these blunts to feel the flame How the fuck am I a stranger when my numbers still the same My count ain't hurtin, yet my hungers still the same Put myself in a box, I never been a fan of David Blaine These rap niggas finish Kobe, been 8ers Known fact they felt the boy based off what his pens stasis Way back, I kept it one hunnit, I been Frank Frankly, niggas don't keep it one hunnit like Ben Frank Interlude 1: This can't be life, but if it is, I'm grateful I put my problems in the blunt, and put the flames to my problems I had a conversation with my mom the other day she say How you expect niggas to feel you if you don't give em the real you Verse 2: Uh, I planted my seed, now witness the growth I speak about the block due to what I did in the post These nobodies with nobodies is still braggin, (still braggin) Shit I thought only winners could boast And if I'm not mistaken my team winning the most Time has become expensive when not a minute to blow Dog, I find it crazy how I'm really rappin Circles around the cats that y'all think be really rappin Fuck the bullshit, we tryna make a milli rappin Legend shit, whoever catch the sound silly rappin Studied the footsteps of the greats that knew the path And now I'm focused on the graph and respect I'm soon to have Niggas want features, and yeah I got verses But I got bills to so you niggas can do the math (Do the math) Interlude 2: Uh, word. Ay yo this ain't about money, it's about being great It's about doing legend shit, kings amongst kings (You know) And lettin the wind of destiny guide you through this thing called life I don't believe in revenge, just believe in karma Verse 3: Uh, slightly disgusted with the rapping scene Cash rather boast us oppose to show us what actions mean Label exec's will turn your visions to a blacker screen And I'm compared to Drake cause I'm great at the whole rapping, senior Graduate, school of hard knocks where they lack a dean But at the same time, there's still principles You attack, it's write offs, so right off the back your expendable Shady can vouch twice you need more then a couple m's to blow And question, why do those with no substance have the most to say Artists that sign to artists end up that artists protege Back when it was kill or be killed, you know, the older days Rap you couldn't stomach, it made you dizzy, the golden age Nonchalantly hop up on tracks and let my flow amaze I don't do crimes, no more but I know it pays Make due with what was left, like they took my right away Thought it would take longer but god got me through it, right away Guess he felt it was my turn like I had the right of way My first tour was with Dizzy Wright, I don't think there's a righter way Throw on a beat, give me a notepad and watch me write away Matter of fact I don't use notepads, we threw those right away But at times, I do pen shit And niggas quit doin men shit Magic, I shouldn't have to stop playin to know I been sick We all evil, we blessed on some all men shit We don't bite our tongues, we keep it real, we all men, shit Still runnin laps around these niggas on my second wind The reason labels second guessin artists they investin in I'm in the game, I'm killin shit they cats go need some extra men A lot of niggas thought that they would blow, got these reckonin You would square dance to stay around me, that's what I recommend I Frisbee your latest shit just so it gets record spins I'm starin at the rap game, my game face on This a business and most you niggas can't make songs I don't wear fake jewels so why have my niggas rob you for some shit they can't pawn No king wastes time addressin the straight pawn And the right track, they ain't expect him to stay on I'm really that nigga and it's apparent So appreciate the shit that I give you and quit comparin Feelin like Pac with All Eyes On Me A mean mug, I could get you mugged so nigga quit the starin