Ceehuncho - Memories

Yea
They took the love for granted
With this seed that I have planted
Went so fast I didn't plan it
Girl you need to learn some manners
Flashing shots like it's a camera
BBW named Pamela
Movin white but I ain't Dana
We in all black or in all camo
Made a hundred out the bando
In the lab but I ain't Lando
Click the remote I'm changing channels
On a different wavelength
Me and you on different panels
Burberry scarf and belt plaid but the jacket flannel
I'm just tryna get into the top charts
Make enough money to buy my mama
A crib and all the cars
They used to degrade I'm slowly turning to a star
All the flavors what you need?
Let me open up these jars
How was you supportive
But didn't even play yo part?
How was you there from the jump
But wasn't there from the start?
Keep yo head up lil soldier
I know that the struggle hard
You can get whatever you want
Just put it in the shopping cart
And I know ain't nobody a saint
Trusting the wrong ones
I done made the same mistake
You been to the very bottom of the barrel
I can relate
Feel the hate
Had to switch a couple players
Out the game
'Cuz my mama weed and music
Only thing that make me sane
and I been drinking so much lean
Just to get me through yea
Can give a bitch anything nowadays
They'll still be ungrateful
Weed steady filling up my brain
So it don't feel painful
Devil on my shoulders keeping me away
From seeing angels
Rifle on me creeping in the woods
Like a park ranger
We gon' light up the rental
Imma play this bitch like electric piano
Put a BIC to the wood
Like I'm lighting a candle
Place the heater to his back
This bitch way more than fatal
Stop acting like you care if you don't (x2)
Put a switch on the back
Shoot that bitch until it broke
Ain't no letting up we blowing it
Until the pistol low
And I ain't tryna be seen in my 5% tint
I be brushing off my clothes
Just to get off the lint
How you say that you my wifey
But you scared to commit?
All VVS diamonds you can test them
They legit
Girl you know you make me calm
Make me feel like I'm on anesthesia
Left my ex bitch got her saltier
Than a can of peanuts
In the fast lane on the highway
With a vacuum seal full of reefa
Always been good with words
Back in school I was the classroom leader
I can run the numbers through my head
Like a math teacher
Drop a hundred shots on Saturday
Gave 'em a bad weekend
How much bread did you make this year?
Bitch it's tax season
Yea
Cee Huncho

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Cee Huncho

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