Memories, memories, memories, all the memories, memories, all the memories they come in
1999, the king was born, it's getting treacherous
Mama always working, family income never generous
Father sacrifice, he blew an M to be adventurous
Now we in the burbs, shit ain't sweet, our pockets delicate
Pressed up in dashiki's, praising God to fill the deficit
Commas come and then they blow away, they never definite
First to come, my parents ain't no shit that's really evident
Traces of my roots, they follow suit, I see the evidence
Fourscore, bout like 15 years
I'm with my peers, tryna fit in, but my eyes full of fears
I put that helmet on my head, it got me dizzy n' shit
A new direction with my life, it got me feeling this shit
I heard the hut, then hit that A-gap
Swore my parents hate that
Where the f*ck them A's at
You flunking, where your brain at
Thinking bout the millies that I lost because I'm 5'9 or too slow
F*ck a man like who knows
Shit, let's go
Nigga, wake the f*ck up
Crunching all these numbers got me counting my days
My 24 about these three, I always study these plays
I see my flaws, I f*ck around, I always fall on my face
My parents blowing all this money, but I never would play
I blew my knes, so now I'm blown out
Whip just had a blowout
Ego looking low now
Mama told me slow down
Party every day, suppress the feelings, hope they won't now
They never gone, you dumb as hell, your soul is lost
Alright, chill out, chill out, chill out
Soul is lost like a son of a bastard
Going ghost like I'm chilling with Casper
Praise dance like they claiming they Kappa
First team, but I thought that comes after
After I learned that I wasn't as good as I thought
It's back to the drawing board
Like a big back going I-Form, hit the 3-4
Now we gon' score
That's cap, I was too big to run back
But now I'm doing drills on hills
Not really physical, I had to talk to the principal
Told me my efforts are minimal
Nigga, you dumb, nigga, you trash
So I got good grades and a cash
Middle finger up, stick it to the past
No hard feelings come when I'm thinking about those
Alright, you need to make sure you keep your head in the book
Don't be running around with all these girls
All this stuff, you need to be home at nine o'clock
You cannot be playing the video game at night
You cannot be hanging out with friends at night on their school nights
Oh my God, you're not serious
Get your stuff together
You're acting stupid, you're acting foolish
Get it together
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Memories, memories, memories, all the memories, memories, all the memories they come in
1999, the king was born, it's getting treacherous
Mama always working, family income never generous
Father sacrifice, he blew an M to be adventurous
Now we in the burbs, shit ain't sweet, our pockets delicate
Pressed up in dashiki's, praising God to fill the deficit
Commas come and then they blow away, they never definite
First to come, my parents ain't no shit that's really evident
Traces of my roots, they follow suit, I see the evidence
Fourscore, bout like 15 years
I'm with my peers, tryna fit in, but my eyes full of fears
I put that helmet on my head, it got me dizzy n' shit
A new direction with my life, it got me feeling this shit
I heard the hut, then hit that A-gap
Swore my parents hate that
Where the f*ck them A's at
You flunking, where your brain at
Thinking bout the millies that I lost because I'm 5'9 or too slow
F*ck a man like who knows
Shit, let's go
Nigga, wake the f*ck up
Crunching all these numbers got me counting my days
My 24 about these three, I always study these plays
I see my flaws, I f*ck around, I always fall on my face
My parents blowing all this money, but I never would play
I blew my knes, so now I'm blown out
Whip just had a blowout
Ego looking low now
Mama told me slow down
Party every day, suppress the feelings, hope they won't now
They never gone, you dumb as hell, your soul is lost
Alright, chill out, chill out, chill out
Soul is lost like a son of a bastard
Going ghost like I'm chilling with Casper
Praise dance like they claiming they Kappa
First team, but I thought that comes after
After I learned that I wasn't as good as I thought
It's back to the drawing board
Like a big back going I-Form, hit the 3-4
Now we gon' score
That's cap, I was too big to run back
But now I'm doing drills on hills
Not really physical, I had to talk to the principal
Told me my efforts are minimal
Nigga, you dumb, nigga, you trash
So I got good grades and a cash
Middle finger up, stick it to the past
No hard feelings come when I'm thinking about those
Alright, you need to make sure you keep your head in the book
Don't be running around with all these girls
All this stuff, you need to be home at nine o'clock
You cannot be playing the video game at night
You cannot be hanging out with friends at night on their school nights
Oh my God, you're not serious
Get your stuff together
You're acting stupid, you're acting foolish
Get it together
1999, the king was born, it's getting treacherous
Mama always working, family income never generous
Father sacrifice, he blew an M to be adventurous
Now we in the burbs, shit ain't sweet, our pockets delicate
Pressed up in dashiki's, praising God to fill the deficit
Commas come and then they blow away, they never definite
First to come, my parents ain't no shit that's really evident
Traces of my roots, they follow suit, I see the evidence
Fourscore, bout like 15 years
I'm with my peers, tryna fit in, but my eyes full of fears
I put that helmet on my head, it got me dizzy n' shit
A new direction with my life, it got me feeling this shit
I heard the hut, then hit that A-gap
Swore my parents hate that
Where the f*ck them A's at
You flunking, where your brain at
Thinking bout the millies that I lost because I'm 5'9 or too slow
F*ck a man like who knows
Shit, let's go
Nigga, wake the f*ck up
Crunching all these numbers got me counting my days
My 24 about these three, I always study these plays
I see my flaws, I f*ck around, I always fall on my face
My parents blowing all this money, but I never would play
I blew my knes, so now I'm blown out
Whip just had a blowout
Ego looking low now
Mama told me slow down
Party every day, suppress the feelings, hope they won't now
They never gone, you dumb as hell, your soul is lost
Alright, chill out, chill out, chill out
Soul is lost like a son of a bastard
Going ghost like I'm chilling with Casper
Praise dance like they claiming they Kappa
First team, but I thought that comes after
After I learned that I wasn't as good as I thought
It's back to the drawing board
Like a big back going I-Form, hit the 3-4
Now we gon' score
That's cap, I was too big to run back
But now I'm doing drills on hills
Not really physical, I had to talk to the principal
Told me my efforts are minimal
Nigga, you dumb, nigga, you trash
So I got good grades and a cash
Middle finger up, stick it to the past
No hard feelings come when I'm thinking about those
Alright, you need to make sure you keep your head in the book
Don't be running around with all these girls
All this stuff, you need to be home at nine o'clock
You cannot be playing the video game at night
You cannot be hanging out with friends at night on their school nights
Oh my God, you're not serious
Get your stuff together
You're acting stupid, you're acting foolish
Get it together
Writer: Thaddeus Ampadu
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