The Memo

Mind over matter Gotta tell myself that shit don’t matter Your pockets thick bih But my pockets shit they looking fatter Droppin hot shit like you stranded way deep in Nevada Back in the trap cuz I failed climbin The corporate ladder Came up with this track while I was emptying My bladder I only speaks facts I admit ya bitch is badder I know they laugh behind my back Like I ain’t get the memo Felony probabtion Once a week I see my p.o Your dusty ass need a bath bitch You smell like b.o Medically medicated in this blunt It got Gelato but I only got enough just to Last me till tomorrow I rather smoke my lungs away Before I pick up the bottle Came back like I bounced back Then I relapsed and lost it all I can’t stand listening to your bullshit I don’t wanna talk These ain’t reactions from my thoughts bih It’s from what I saw Now they go n tell on themselves when they brake the laws I was outside selling weight before you even seen light at all How you go lie in my face Then expect me to pick up the call I lost my bro in this race shit was laced with fentanyl I can’t proceed in this race Iam gone the minute this shit takeoff