MEMOIRE

I've been on this hero's journey I've been moving through the mist Plotting plans they be hit or miss This Is my memoir Been at a stand Still stagnant as f*ck Could I have not accomplished much But be the man still? I guess it all depends on perception And how it's seen You could be the man but still haven't Attained your dream I guess it all depends on perception And how it's seen You could be the man but still haven't Attained your dream (Ay!) Shout out Meek Mill I became a Dream chaser Shout out everybody came around They made the dreams bigger Shout out Happy Hour Believe we made the scene flicker Heard that rap was really dying? We made that heartbeat nigga look (Woah!) I ain't second class You gon' see me nigga! Evolve to anything Like an Eevee nigga! All that doubt ain't shit You can't be me nigga! We really going in You can see deez (Huh!) (Aye!) Ok DonTeast I don't do this for the freebies (Wait!) It's Lauryn Hill The way these niggas give me heebie-jeebies The contradictions tend to make me wonder Like I'm Stevie The opposition tempurpedic So I'm getting sleepy They bored and done and broke Stealing all these mainstream flows You would think the game dun turned to Sith The way they choke (Aye!) Memoire ever growing So I had to let 'em know Every song attempted murder Cause it's murder that we wrote I guess it all depends on perception And how it's seen You could be the man but still haven't Attained your dream I guess it all depends on perception And how it's seen You could be the man but still haven't Attained your dream I guess it's all perception I'm fighting right through perspectives I'm writing this for the lectures Memoire is talking reckless Them bars is looking breathless That art is looking feckless I'm pinning them to the fridge Elementary is the message I feel like the specter huh I'm killing these niggas and no can stop me You think I'm the villain but no one can box me I'll sit on the zenith and no one can top me I'll slow it down for the niggas who ain't initiated When this shit blow up so them niggas can still appreciate it (Yuh) F*ck all them niggas I'll switch back up Cus when this shit end they ain't givin' Yeah when this shit dead I'll keep it a buck Y'all hated on niggas that memories tucked The spective is tucked The rhythm is up Not here for the bitches Not here for the yuck I'm here for the bag and I'm splitting it up A milli to billy Y'all feel silly To sleep on it Y'all creep on it Don't know what you sow reap it So stay for the the show you can weep on it Don't play with the goat if you ain't want it Don't play with the roast when the heat on it Big shit I'm the goat I'm a feast on it The shit ten toes leave my prints on it That's it I'm ghost I'm a leave on it