Memory

Damn son, where'd you find this? Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks Maybe I'm dead, maybe i'm no-no-no-not Sick till my heart stop, run up on me then you get po- I know I'm still in your memory The life that I lived was a tragedy I see that you're broken inside of me I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me She suck on my dick, it was heavenly Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony Like diamonds, I need me some clarity Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me I know I'm still in your memory The life that I lived was a tragedy I see that you're broken inside of me I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me She suck on my dick, it was heavenly Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony Like diamonds, I need me some clarity Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop Run up on me, then you get popped Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop Run up on me, then you get popped Put you in a hole, ketamine I'm getting guap, that's on everything Bitch you so bad, need a wedding ring She ride like a bike without pedaling He want some beef, go to Outback (Aye) She wanna fuck with a outcast (That's me) 'Member when we used to ride hatchbacks Hit the lot, play all cash (Skrr) Straight out the mud, like a wild flower I had to put in them long hours (Wo-o-oah) Now all that shit is a memory Put her on the table and have a feast (Mm, mm) Remember we used to eat Applebee's Money so long like a centipede (Centipede) I swear my life is a comedy (Comedy) So I'ma just exit reality (Exit) I know I'm still in your memory The life that I lived was a tragedy I see that you're broken inside of me I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me She suck on my dick, it was heavenly Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony Like diamonds, I need me some clarity Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me I know I'm still in your memory The life that I lived was a tragedy I see that you're broken inside of me I don't need Jesus, my glizzy protecting me She suck on my dick, it was heavenly Yeah my bitch bad, like a felony Like diamonds, I need me some clarity Most of the time, I ain't hear what you're telling me Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop Run up on me, then you get popped Hoppin' out sticks, hoppin' out Glocks Maybe I'm dead, maybe I'm not Baby I'm sick, till my heart stop Run up on me, then you get popped (Then you get popped)