Get up early in the mornin rise and shine
Fin work im on my grind
I gotta take whats mine
A day is a blessing from God
I gotta work or my family starve
People hate on that and its kinda odd
I work until i die and get shot
But until that day the grind dont stop
The hustle don’t stop cause my block is hot
Mama told me to stay out of trouble
But i was hungry for the hustle
And i worked and worked and struggled
Got new friends cause all my old went up and left
And i gotta admit i didnt give a shit
But loneliness was all i felt
Hook:
Im lookin for old memories but it just fades with time
Everything comes and goes nothing really stays
In this life nothin’s really mine
If it was up to me id just make my music all day
I will rap and rap to my grave
I will continue to rap and rap until i have a legacy under my name
Im not lookin for money nor fame
Im doin this shit to stay sane
Rap is my first love i love it to death
I didnt give a fuck and thats how my problems were dealt
Fuck love it aint shit if i dont love myself
I walk through the dark valley of the shadow of death
I remember a lil boy naive
I didnt know shit until my emotions went up and leave
And i realized its a cold world fuck
I realized No body gives a shit i was shooked
But at the same time i learned not to give a shit
I learned not to cry over lil things
Like a lil bitch
I dont give a shit about jewels
I dont give a shit about shoes
I dont give a shit about tattoos
I dont give a shit if i aint cool
But if you do i aint Judgin you
But if you obsessed money pussy and parties then you crazy
Cause if you think thats all like really is
Then you’re nothin but an idiot
Hook:
Im lookin for old memories but it just fades with time
Everything comes and goes nothing really stays
In this life nothin’s really mine
If it was up to me id just make my music all day
I admit im a piece of shit and i deserve to be dead
But i guess God aint takin me yet
Cause i got a lot of shit to get off my chest
I think God sent me to rap and be the next best
But whatever happens i’ll always be myself
Put myself in check
Gonna wear the baggy pants low hat all the hoodies jordan shoes bro what do you expect
My black lyrics book is thicker than the Old Testament
I guess Im an asshole
For not giving a shit bout nothin and hang my pants low
Until my ass show
Fucka you know
We gotta stop the killins and the violence
We only mourn a young artist’s death cause its the trend
But weeks after mournin stupid rappers fin promote violence
I remember me from two thousand sixteen i was with the crew havin fun doin anything never knew about the cold world and it’s miserable truth never had enemies
So im hear reminiscing on that time searchin through old memories
Old Memories -4Ball | |
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