I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Like f*ck all of my enemies
F*ck all my enemies
I don't give a f*ck
Smoke a nigga if he play with me
That 40 boy it stay with me
So don't you play with me
Lil bitch set you up for some bucks
It's okay with me
Naw it's okay with me
God keep on saving me
I don't even pray
But I know that people pray for me
Remember I was 17
Riding around drinking lean
Had a Glock with a beam
Tryna put some on a screen
When I was 18
I started peeping scene
Niggas snakes saying they your homie
But be stealing things
Then I turned 19
Seen my homie die
Shit ain't been the same since
That shit left me traumatized
Then they wonder why
I'm so heartless
They keep asking me
Why I feel like I'm a target
They don't know
What it's like to be black and a artist
Ima make it out them apartments regardless
I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Like f*ck all of my enemies
F*ck all my enemies
I don't give a f*ck
Smoke a nigga if he play with me
That 40 boy it stay with me
So don't you play with me
Lil bitch set you up for some bucks
It's okay with me
I keep that K with me
I'm on the K with Stoski
She think I'm out with a bitch
She don't know I'm low-ski
I can't talk to you girl
If you f*cked my broski
Talking bout come take you out
You know that's a no-ski
Keep on calling me
You know I can't answer
She be stalking me
Liking all my pictures
What you want from me
I'm outside with killers
Put my chains on her
Now she thinking she a killer
I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Lil Roger - Memory Lyrics
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I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Like f*ck all of my enemies
F*ck all my enemies
I don't give a f*ck
Smoke a nigga if he play with me
That 40 boy it stay with me
So don't you play with me
Lil bitch set you up for some bucks
It's okay with me
Naw it's okay with me
God keep on saving me
I don't even pray
But I know that people pray for me
Remember I was 17
Riding around drinking lean
Had a Glock with a beam
Tryna put some on a screen
When I was 18
I started peeping scene
Niggas snakes saying they your homie
But be stealing things
Then I turned 19
Seen my homie die
Shit ain't been the same since
That shit left me traumatized
Then they wonder why
I'm so heartless
They keep asking me
Why I feel like I'm a target
They don't know
What it's like to be black and a artist
Ima make it out them apartments regardless
I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Like f*ck all of my enemies
F*ck all my enemies
I don't give a f*ck
Smoke a nigga if he play with me
That 40 boy it stay with me
So don't you play with me
Lil bitch set you up for some bucks
It's okay with me
I keep that K with me
I'm on the K with Stoski
She think I'm out with a bitch
She don't know I'm low-ski
I can't talk to you girl
If you f*cked my broski
Talking bout come take you out
You know that's a no-ski
Keep on calling me
You know I can't answer
She be stalking me
Liking all my pictures
What you want from me
I'm outside with killers
Put my chains on her
Now she thinking she a killer
I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Like f*ck all of my enemies
F*ck all my enemies
I don't give a f*ck
Smoke a nigga if he play with me
That 40 boy it stay with me
So don't you play with me
Lil bitch set you up for some bucks
It's okay with me
Naw it's okay with me
God keep on saving me
I don't even pray
But I know that people pray for me
Remember I was 17
Riding around drinking lean
Had a Glock with a beam
Tryna put some on a screen
When I was 18
I started peeping scene
Niggas snakes saying they your homie
But be stealing things
Then I turned 19
Seen my homie die
Shit ain't been the same since
That shit left me traumatized
Then they wonder why
I'm so heartless
They keep asking me
Why I feel like I'm a target
They don't know
What it's like to be black and a artist
Ima make it out them apartments regardless
I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Like f*ck all of my enemies
F*ck all my enemies
I don't give a f*ck
Smoke a nigga if he play with me
That 40 boy it stay with me
So don't you play with me
Lil bitch set you up for some bucks
It's okay with me
I keep that K with me
I'm on the K with Stoski
She think I'm out with a bitch
She don't know I'm low-ski
I can't talk to you girl
If you f*cked my broski
Talking bout come take you out
You know that's a no-ski
Keep on calling me
You know I can't answer
She be stalking me
Liking all my pictures
What you want from me
I'm outside with killers
Put my chains on her
Now she thinking she a killer
I see she into me
But she ain't shit to me
I can think about all of the things
That this bitch did to me
That money boy ain't shit to me
They end up dissing me
Doing too much talking
Don't get turned into a memory
Writer: Ronald Allen
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