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letra de memories - perrion

memories
like all that’s on my mind
like the
memories
like all that’s on my mind
like the

check it, had blessings since my adolescence
used to have to go to confession back when i was asking questions
in catholic school, now i’m searching for the root of evil
how did this happen, imprisoned by my active living
raising the hood and being captivated by the way n-gg-s who dealt with drug traffic made it seem
they was living at the top, living at the time crime paid for most
when slums raised the toast and bullets pierced through the window of my parents’ room
they must have an angel, how they escaped apparent doom
wasn’t even too late for them to check with the ‘
conflicts with grips and blood, gripping slugs, listen
love, the only intentions i had from the start
and thank the lord they didn’t feel like they had to embark
went from battles in parks to dreams of ‘
living in poverty made it clear i had to remark
i was like just reminiscing on the days and sh-t
i know that back in the day being an essential
mean that me and my n-gg- see that we’d cut gl-ss
go kick it with pri and sinatra
start free styling, f-cking with the b-tches and sh-t
just lil’ bad -ss n-gg-s not giving a f-ck
but yo, i grew up in a hip hop marriage ‘ wu tang blasting in a whip all condo
pops was a hustler, moms will never found out
condo out in kansas city for the hideout
back into the hood where a n-gg- was raised, pick a date
my n-gg-s is finna take your f-cking mind out
brains on the pavement, never on that fake sh-t
grew up a good kid, started skating, switch clayed in
i pocket if i ever had to deal with the hating n-gg-s
never wanna earn they own sh-t, they rather take it
move to the aden, sh-t wasn’t great when the fam lost everything
but now i’m ’bout to make it
all rapping, rapping back in manhattan, now in paris, california
crowd surfing, fans clapping
’cause they feel a n-gg- pain and they f-ck with me
now all these shorty wanna call me like a buck fifty
it’s crazy, i could just reflect on my life in two sixteens and sh-t
it’s crazy how the times fly, too
feel like yesterday, sh-t, we only moving forward, my n-gg-
you heard

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