Memory Lane - Intellectual

This for the lyricists, Dominican dime pieces and benjamins

Brown liquor sippers and heavy hitters as I reminisce

My innocence, lost at a younger age

Lookin up to gangs, in a place you had to tuck your chains

But remained

Sane, as a youngin into sneakers and honeys

But never...needed the money just the people that love me

I stop home, quick change of my clothes spray the cologne

Then out the door never know how the day would unfold

But as the sayin goes, I just go wit the flow

Till my mans blow up my phone with plans I told him for sure

So next I hit seven eleven

About 9:39

Bought ice, blunts & juice for mixing

Include the spearmint...gum

Oh plus the solo cups we usually pour the drinks in, and also use for sinkin

Last cup in beer pong, dap up and move on

Do it smooth as I choose who Ima bust the moves on

They sweat her with attention I show way less than them

Shorties are more impressed, when u ain't pressing them with that aggressiveness

Still a good impression was left, plus it effortless

Sometimes saying less illustrates your collectedness, with emphasis

Cool calm demeanor, never need to force

Fresh fade on payday & got the weekend off

See this the shit I love to speak about

Long drives with the speakers loud

Only turn me down when police around

Know what I’m bout

All that matters is them raps that please the crowd

And keep my people proud, peep the style

Nothing too bizarre, custom uniform

Boots from Europe on

To compliment the brown key pouch from Louis voiuton

Never too flashy, Clever smooth cats be...

Forever well mannered, from the gutter but still classy

The past will never change, it stay forever the same

Nasir Jones paved the way, respect for memory lane

And that’s word

Hip-Hip-Hip Hop music is....

Reminiscing

Memory lane is like

Reminiscing , rem...reminiscing

But not just thoughts, I’m really really really planning

Not just thoughts I’m really really really planning

But not just thoughts I’m really really really planning

I’m really really really planning

1 for the streets, 2 for living a better life

3 for any homie diceased or doing 10 to life

Where I grew, few took the scholarship rout

Liquor store on most corners ain’t no college around

Some of my peoples used to traffic like a popular rout

They moved 2 steps ahead when the cops come around

Was taught to hustle for the bread boy not for the clout

Prepare to speak with the hands for not watchin ya mouth

That’s what I’m talkin about, hustle hard without showin off

‘Cause you ain’t gotta say gotta say that you the man when they know you are

Back in basement jams when the party packed

Dancehall riddim was on point, we pass joints sippin cognac

It got the shorties mad ‘cause they wanna dance

But once the

Fellas formed a cyph and start to rap, they know how long it last

Fam you don't gotta be a genius in math to see it's easy to add

A 60 of Hennessy plus a 3 and a half

Equals freedom and laughs

Freestyling while the speakers on blast

Sure enough

Cleverness, never no less is necessary when you spitten

Kickin wild freestyles to make them question if it's written

Delivery and floetry, who knew I'd grow to be

A verbal lyricist, with verses as sharp as a surgeons instruments

That good energy, backwoods Hennessy

And heavy beats every week brought us some wild memories

Forever free, still remain far from cocky

Kicking rhymes nonchalantly, it’s hard to stop me

I’m...burning trees with the purple leaves

First I seen dreams within reach before I learned to speak

Certainly

My love for rap developed at the earliest age

The golden era live forever down my memory lane

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