Memories
I do this for myself, I don't need your compliments
Had it all along all I needed was the confidence
These rappers need to catch-up, they a bunch of condiments
Already dropped a classic, I won't deal with your incompetence
I fell off the edge
That shit was bottomless
That's why I'm caught up in the moment
I can't think about it
Feel like I'm floating through time, endlessly
Cop a zip, break it down, let my brain unwind
Put my pain on the track one verse at a time so give a fuck if a critic ain't gonna let me shine
Yeah, you ain't fucking with it? Why you asinine?
Since a youngin' I been told that I'm one of a kind
Yeah, say they coming for me, why you stalling?
If you try and one up on me I might rush-in like Stalin
Everybody quick to do a diss track but I don't hear no muthafucking name calling, why's that?
I'm just trying to do this for my mental
Trying to do this for me
I desevere a green branch on my family tree but don't get it twisted I give a fuck about the money
'Cause at the end of me, when my soul is free and you're about to go those riches don't mean shit
Only then will you see the only thing that ever mattered is your memories
When I stopped skating, didn't stop the grind
Dope rhymes, just imagine when I'm in my prime
I'm a non-believer, why the fuck I feel divine?
It's do or die
Putting my life up on the line
Can no longer live a lie
Can no longer watch time pass me by
This my battle cry
Step up out my way, I imply, to get in front of me is suicide
Fuck a critic, stay committed, that's the preference
Didn't think I had to emphasize for you to get the message
How the fuck you say no when my flow this appalling?
Knew I had it in me since the day I was crawling
I think I might start balling like Spalding
So if I make 10 digits, guess I know this my calling
Damn, a couple racks for a meet and greet?
How the fuck you got a hot head with those cold feet?
Heard you still sleeping on me, did you catch up on your Z's?
How the fuck you not here? Now, let my soul speak
HOV, you could never be in my lane, bro
'Cause I put it all out on the track like Usain Bolt
I just wanna prove it to myself, fuck the fame, ho
'Cause I can't keep living in step-daddy's disdain, no
Just wanna prove it to myself
Fuck the fame
I'm just trying to do this for my mental
Trying to do this for me
I desevere a green branch on my family tree but don't get it twisted I give a fuck about the money
'Cause at the end of me, when my soul is free and you're about to go those riches don't mean shit
Only then will you see the only thing that ever mattered is your memories
Writer/s: Sha Tillman
