Memoirs

Memoirs

1st Verse:

Leave me alone

Leave me alone

Let me write my memoirs in peace

The myriad of memories I give you all of me

The pyramids wasn't built in one day

Fuck Rome ahk

Niggas stay riding European D

White supremacy's the enemy, yeah Omali told u

Homi’s everyday from the Chi to Somalia soldier

U know I know I'm from Philly out in Logan

Saw my first murder up on 15th & Wyoming

I'm the Bol who bounced out traveled 'round stay reppin'

On the road less traveled where I learned all my lesson

Peace to the Gods 120 lessons

Gave me guidance when I was still findin’ myself lIlluminessence

The God Illuminessence

Gave myself that name cuz I shine luminescent

Put it together nigga play on words

I grab my balls when I spit cuz cuz that's my word muthafucka

2ndVerse:

My cuties Is my kick starter

I spit hot lava

Kick knowledge

Shit u kick hot garbage

I cop product plot, plan, strategizer

Peace PAC we still bangin' all your albums

I study martyrs

Street legends

Great authors

Music legends

Fuck Elvis/ muddy waters

Fine artist painting pictures on my Neumann

Annoying bitches blowin' my phone up tryin' cop a quarter

I'm like damn lil' mama can't you see I'm on my Basquiat

Fuck your raps NE$$ I'm stressed out I'm just trying to cop

Riding 'round gettin' it on same block that they shot a cop

Be in envisioning myself cammy down in a Mazi drop

If I get rocked throw my body in a mausoleum

Or cremate me spread my ashes in the Caribbean

The fuckin' ocean cuz a nigga so wavy

Til then it's seize the day babe bro carpe diem

3rd Verse:

Jesus H fucking Christ

NE$$ yo you the Fuckin' nice

U Gotdamn Fuckin' right

A monster on the fuckin' mic

The problem is I hustle nights

Daytime, all the time

That's why so many rhymes be about that fucking hustler life

Up at night

Cuttin' white

Baggin' work

Fuck my life

Insomniac on the jack

Kill for some time to write

I'm writing right now on the way to a sale

By the time you hear this verse hope my ass ain't in jail

Knock knock knock nigga knock on wood

I write rhymes in real time riding round my hood

The life of times of ya comrade that got that good

Modern day audio-bio of Malcolm Little

Real nigga in the field nigga

Rocking vintage Hilfiger

Shout out to them Lo Lives still reppin' like it's Build Build

Throw them L's Up

Rest of y'all throw up middle fingers

That's for police Always & forever nigga