Photographic Memories

Concrete If I see or hear- Yeah, where we at? If I see you first Let's get it, what else? King of the oven mitt, know we run this bitch A glutton for punishment, keep a submachine gun with a hundred clip Volatile, don't want no problemo with a problem child Ain't cop that shit for months, can't come around, niggas not allowed Cashin' in, always gritted it out, never had a bid Askin' God, "If this my last resort, how is that a sin?" (There is no sin) 'Cause if a nigga would've went with his first mind Premeditated, out of all these killers, we the worst kind Born convicted, braveheart, same armored defenses Wraith parked in the trenches, same park on them benches With ARs and extended, sat at the table with spics He changed the label on my shit, that's trademark infringement Never forget a face, photographic memory First time I met JAY was at Novo with Black and Emory Run my hood, so this shit proceed my reputation You already know what's understood, don't need no explanation Where we at wit' it I never forget a face You can picture it (uh) Niggas winnin' Grammys now, five-star livin' On the 5 South, jammin' out, Heisman magic Stickin' out an arm and they standin' down, cram it in Stamp and send the package out, Jackson style Something wicked inbound, fast Wind whippin' up disasters in the distant clouds Hit the basement, the moon full of this roundness Wolves howlin', cleared up a couple counts New challenge inbound, blues from the interstate Sorrowfulness and rule, feudal debates The brook blew the game, never knew it was a place Pourin' grapes on the dates, etched on the headstones over the grave In any case, if I seem distanced and reserved, then give me space Heavy pinch of herb send me on my way Head of the herd, making' sure everyone got a plate Left here disturbed with the look on my face Bet, my spirit spur when I try to wake I got on with no delay, gotta play from lessons learned Got burned when my welcome got overstayed I hold an old and faithful, I know the aim And I know it say somethin' 'bout know your neighbor Whatever happened to that old saying? (Yeah, boy) Broke generational curses with my cursive (yup) I understand the game and I know all of the inner workings (I do) The pain run deep, you only see what it is on the surface My bitch image squeaky-clean, but the work was sittin' in her cervix (boofed it) For all the dirt, we might need detergent for cleanin' purpose Bloody money in the machine circlin', the precursor You might've even heard my sneakers chirpin' like Peewee Kirkland Gotta watch where you keep them birds 'cause the people lurkin' (watch) Feet first, I jump in the deepest current, I'm keepin' it current Let off a hundred clip reoccurrin' and let 'em clean up the urine (brr) Grip the steering wheel of the Urus, you malnourished (stop) All this chicken, niggas came down with salmonella (woo) Screw the compressor on the TEC, it ain't make a sound like a Tesla This shit was loud as a whisper (shh), the stick spin you round like a Twister The whip was messed up, plug you out like a cigarette butt right out the Fisker (Marci)