Late Night Memoirs

Yeah
Lately I been too concerned with my ego
And tryna please people that wouldn't pay me like Deebo
I finally see my mission, when I spit it they gone listen
If you try to switch positions you get cut like Tebow
Real high thoughts lost in the weed smoke
Real guy never bullshit what he wrote
I never told a lie on any of my tracks
And that's a fact, I keep the lid on this shit just like a pre-roll
Yeah I starting making beats like last year
I'm just tryna give change like a cashier
And I'm just tryna put mama in some cashmere
And show love to strippers, but I ain't never paid for ass here
I never lost a fight or got my ass beat
They still bumping my new track that I dropped last week
I only like a chick if she can get classy
But I'll take a thug bitch if she can get nasty
This my memoir I spit it from my heart man
Young kid I was afraid of the dark man
I had a fear I would get snatched up in a park and
I'd end up on the news and find my body in apartments
But now I'm rapping in this game it's like pick me
A million niggas wanna rap, but shit I pick me
And ain't nobody really fucking with my bars
I should be up there with the stars, wait and see you gone miss me
And when I make to the top I won't forget you
And yeah my name ain't Keith so I don't sweat you
I let you stay inside my heart just like a guest room
But I don't trust myself so I couldn't let you in my bedroom
They say time heals wounds but I don't think so
I rather pour it in my cup so I can drink slow
My grandmas died and apart of me inside didn't wanna be alive
But I gotta help my people
And money is the root the of all evil
My life a long movie no sequel
I coulda played ball for the Eagles
If the coach won't on my balls said I was small so we ain't need you
And shout out to the hoes that try play me
I still swam in pussy like I trained for the Navy
And now they hit my phone like Heim can you save me
Girl I'll probably drive you home but I'll never drive you crazy
And every single party that I went to
I had a vision that I would get shot with a pistol
Maybe that's just my paranoid mind
My niggas flashed me the nines, said we won't let nobody hit you
Banana clip hang out the gun so they'll split you
I was fucking hoes for fun and that's the issue
Cause when it's all said and done they don't miss you
In this world by yourself so when you cry who bring you tissue?
I'll keep spitting if these labels ain't eyeing me
My rap book thick as Anne Frank diary
You ain't gotta be cool to kick it
You can lie to yourself baby you ain't gotta lie to me
But if you want you can try to touch the sky with me
Or roll weed you can try to get high with me
Life's a joke then we croak so fuck sobriety
I'm in my own lane let me know if you gone ride with me
Crabs in a bucket we all stuck so fuck it
Just ball like the Rutgers, and don't cause no ruckus
I want cream like Russians
I skip mean discussions
Got big dreams of something
I'm full charged, no pumping me up
It ain't no pumping me up
Yeah, I'm full charged ain't no pumping me up
And if you sleeping on Heim then ya blunt could be stuffed
I'm tryna make it to the top on a company stunt
Don't wait until I drop and supporting me once
You see how much the world really fucking with me
I only asked you for support I wasn't asking for g's nigga