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letra de memory lane - squeegie o

(jamez dean)
i put my lifetime in-between the enemy lines
for everything i thought i never see would never be fine
whether, spreadin’ the flames or regettin’ the vibes
feel like, memory lane is just ahead of my time

i put my lifetime in-between the enemy lines
for everything i thought i never see would never be fine
whether, spreadin’ the flames or regettin’ the vibes
feel like, memory lane is just ahead of my time

explorin’ the world before the kid could walk was adventurous
pops push the stroller i’m chillin talkin that baby sh-t
only child bad m-th-f-cka who wanna baby sit
the seed grown in the jungle the ghetto is what raised me be
fist fights, freeze tag
handball wit the street kids
ps 44 elementary was the teaching
pops smoke blunts by the tracks would catch the contact
cartoon and video games loving the nonsense
grandpa use to call me mac take me fishing
buy me anything i want grandma chef it up in the kitchen
the oldest out of 6 grandkids
no other siblings
mom and pops wasn’t in the best living for other children
but we made every christmas and birthday i was laced with
sega entertainment figurines i would play with
only friend i had back then was zeke rampersad
fought over a girl and the only time i would scr-p with him

look
my pops one of the of og drunks known in the projects
got a lil grown me and zeke had lost contact
started hangin’ out with the homies out on the park bench
made a lil crew doin music out my apartment
sp-nk had the dual c-ssette radio the mic built in
played beats on the cd out of my stereo
tone start track off
the beat is ill, i represent jungle nillz
and started showin’ my sk!lls
but behind the scenes f-ckin’ up in middle school honestly
mom and pops fightin’ every night because he likes to drink
alil too much
sleep for me was too clutch
teachers use to call me a dreamer and said i’m useless
girlies wasn’t checkin’ me out but i was getting them
finger popping chick’s in the living room we was sittin’ in
me and e good on rooftops smokin’ fake weed
then a few years later revisit smoking the real thing
was nickel and diming after i graduate high school cause before i had a job that was the means of survival
been thru failure and trial
at least a n-gg- lived it
no regrets on choices i made
thankful that i’m still here
can’t a n-gg- tell bout life unless they walked in my shoes
and best believe it’s a h-ll of ride

(skit)
(al.b sure “night and day” chopped and screwed playing in background)

(kid 1): yea, i don’t care how many times you try to convince me my n-gg-. yo, ya man’s is f-ckin trash son
(kid 2): yo yo, but stop sh-tttin on my mans tho. nah nah he got bars b
(kid 1): first off, how the f-ck ya name be f-ckin squeegie o tho, like what you washin’ windows my n-gg-. like what the f-ck is you doin? like … yo ya man’s bar game is
(kid 2): yo, come on, don’t make fun of the n-gg- cause his name. son,yo. the n-gg- got bars! come son, my son got bars tho
(kid 1): “sucks teeth”
(kid 2): come onnn
(kid 1): thats what you sayin’ my n-gg-?
(kid 2): yea, he got bars my n-gg-
(kid 1): go get this n-gg-. tell him to spit some sh-t for me and if its hard i’ll f-ck wit it, but. the n-gg-s name is squeegie o lord
how i’m f-ckin’ wit a n-gg- name squeegie o man?
(kid 2:) iight, iight, betbetbetbetbet, no doubt
right, betbetbetbet. son, i’m tellin’ you the n-gg- got bars son, stop playin’
(kid 1); go get that n-gg- right now son
(kid 2): iight , iight i got you i got you
(kid 1): ye, yea go get that n-gg-
(kid 2): iight my n-gg- hold on

- squeegie o

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