Memories

Yea They took the love for granted With this seed that I have planted Went so fast I didn't plan it Girl you need to learn some manners Flashing shots like it's a camera BBW named Pamela Movin white but I ain't Dana We in all black or in all camo Made a hundred out the bando In the lab but I ain't Lando Click the remote I'm changing channels On a different wavelength Me and you on different panels Burberry scarf and belt plaid but the jacket flannel I'm just tryna get into the top charts Make enough money to buy my mama A crib and all the cars They used to degrade I'm slowly turning to a star All the flavors what you need? Let me open up these jars How was you supportive But didn't even play yo part? How was you there from the jump But wasn't there from the start? Keep yo head up lil soldier I know that the struggle hard You can get whatever you want Just put it in the shopping cart And I know ain't nobody a saint Trusting the wrong ones I done made the same mistake You been to the very bottom of the barrel I can relate Feel the hate Had to switch a couple players Out the game 'Cuz my mama weed and music Only thing that make me sane and I been drinking so much lean Just to get me through yea Can give a bitch anything nowadays They'll still be ungrateful Weed steady filling up my brain So it don't feel painful Devil on my shoulders keeping me away From seeing angels Rifle on me creeping in the woods Like a park ranger We gon' light up the rental Imma play this bitch like electric piano Put a BIC to the wood Like I'm lighting a candle Place the heater to his back This bitch way more than fatal Stop acting like you care if you don't (x2) Put a switch on the back Shoot that bitch until it broke Ain't no letting up we blowing it Until the pistol low And I ain't tryna be seen in my 5% tint I be brushing off my clothes Just to get off the lint How you say that you my wifey But you scared to commit? All VVS diamonds you can test them They legit Girl you know you make me calm Make me feel like I'm on anesthesia Left my ex bitch got her saltier Than a can of peanuts In the fast lane on the highway With a vacuum seal full of reefa Always been good with words Back in school I was the classroom leader I can run the numbers through my head Like a math teacher Drop a hundred shots on Saturday Gave 'em a bad weekend How much bread did you make this year? Bitch it's tax season Yea Cee Huncho