Memories

[Hook] Memories Like the corners of my mind Like the—Memories [Verse 1] Uh, check it had a lesson since my adolescence Used to have to go to confession back when I was asking questions In Catholic school, now I'm searching for the root of evil; How did this happen? Imprisoned by Manhattan living (Uptown!) Raised in the hood and being captivated by the way niggas Who dealt with drug trafficking made it seem They was living at the top, living at the top Crime paid for most When slums raised to toast And bullets pierced through the window of my parents' room They must have had an angel; How'd they escaped apparent doom? Wasn't even too late for them to check with the [?] Conflicts with Crips and Bloods gripping slugs listen Love: the only intentions I had from the start Thank the Lord they feel like they didn't have to move up Went from battles in parks to dreams of battling [?] Living in poverty made it clear I had to remark [Hook] Memories (Just reminiscing on the days and shit) Like the corners of my mind (I remember back in the day me and my nigga cut class) Like the—Memories (Start freestyling and fucking the bitches and shit) [Verse 2] I grew up in the hip hop marriage just about where crack died out Wu-Tang blasting in the whip [?] Pops was a hustler, Moms would never find out Condo out in Jersey, Kansas City for the hideout Back into the hood where a nigga was raised Pick a date my niggas was finna take your fucking mind out Brains on the pavement; never on that fake shit Grew up a good kid started skating Switch blade in my pocket if I ever had to deal- With the hating niggas; never wanna earn they own shit They rather take it moved to the Aden Shit wasn’t great when the fam lost everything But now I’m about to make it! All black, rapping back in Manhattan I’ve embarrassed California; crowd surfing fans clappin’ ‘Cause they feel a nigga’s pain and they fuck with me Now all these shorties want to cut me like a buck fifty [Hook] Memories (It’s crazy how I can just reflect on my life, when I was in my 16’s and shit) Like the corners of my mind (It’s crazy how time flies too. It feels like yesterday) Like the—memories (I’m looking forward my nigga. You heard?)