Testo Memories - Mac
Testo della canzone Memories (Mac), tratta dall'album Shell Shocked
I know the whole world is full of a
Bunch of thug niggas and thug figures
The world is based upon young niggas
Coming up in the ghetto and the streets
You know what I'm saying?
I'm sitting here reminiscing about the past
I wanna let y'all motherfuckers know what a nigga went through
How a nigga get to become who the fuck he is
You know what I'm saying? Check it out
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
I remember way back to my project days
A little dirty motherfucker daydreaming 'bout a pair of J's
Left alone in a world of crime
Five kids, no daddy and my big brother doing time
Now what the fuck am I supposed to do?
I said give it up to them niggas with the smaller crew
I guess the thug shit is in my blood
Started smoking weed, got my first hit from my nigga cuz
Me and my pistol used to cut class
And me and Silk caught our first charge, grand theft and trespass
I never thought that I would make it out the ghetto
A young nigga living like the motherfucking Goodfellas
I wear a gun like it was part of my clothes
With them rocks in my socks, got me running from the po-po's
From the block to the motherfucking penitentiaries
I'm reminiscing about my motherfucking memories
As a youngster, just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
I remember Mack, the neighborhood nigga who rapped
The little skinny motherfucker got punched and slapped
Little timid motherfucker never had an older brother
Alone in the streets, I learned the rules of the gutter
I was scared to die, too high running
From them niggas on that other side
Who was opening fire, couldn't tell moms, I couldn't tell pops
That was the very night I became shell-shocked
Paranoid, I used to steal and borrow
You gotta respect how I would sport the same outfit today and tomorrow
Hand-me-downs in my closet, roaches in my bed
I couldn't sleep too hard 'cause one might crawl up in my head
I went to school for the food, fuck a teacher
Mama gave her last twenty dollars to the preacher
Rap wasn't paying the bills and that's real
Now I spit, huh, murder, murder, kill, kill, nigga
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Motherfucking memories as a youngster
Just another thug nigga with thug figures
Yeah, nigga, there you have it
Motherfucker might be sitting on the
Top of the motherfucking world right now
But uh, always remember what that man had to do to get there
You know what I'm saying?
That's why I dedicate this here, this here
To my motherfucking memories as a youngster, motherfucker
Young nigga growing up in the hood
Representing 'cause I'm in it, nigga, No Limit for life
To my motherfucking memories, peace out
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Lawson, Corey Miller, Mc Kinley Jr Phipps
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