Testi Memories - Melvoni

Memories

Let me tell y’all the story of a lil' nigga comin' out of Flatbush\nYoung nigga from the trenches tryna make it\nI’ma show you how that look, Melvoni that good\nI am from the jungle, I ain’t never had shit\nSo nigga fuck being humble, when the money come in\nThirteen, I was posted on the block with the older heads\n'Cause I ain’t really socialize with the other kids\nWanted to be a gangster, a scammer\nWent to Pennsylvania, and touched a hammer\nMama told me read a book, but I rather\nStand up and pose with guns on camera\nWasn’t a bad kid, but I wasn’t average\nPicked up a notebook and it was automatic\nI never fucked with school\n'Cause I don’t like niggas tellin' me what to do\nI put the pencil to my temple, and it gave me fuel\nI’m not gon' lie, it kinda helped me in some certain ways\nBut I kinda started goin' through certain phases\nI started goin' different places\nI starting seein' different faces\nAnd something was wrong, what’s going on?\nLet me make it clear\nI never feared no man\nBut I never really liked problems\nI call up Retro and he gon' solve 'em\nI call up my dawg, pull up in all black like it’s Gotham\nLately, shit been gettin' realer\nI seen niggas I grew up with turn to killers\nDuckin' from the jakes, 'cause them niggas tryna kill us\nMy worries sickenin', I’ve been gettin' deeper\nMan, this shit is so sad\nBitches I grew up with, tryna fuck me for a bag\nIt’s a different ball game and we came a long way\nFrom sellin' candy to sellin' weed in the hallway\nWhat the hell is going on today?\nBut I can’t lie, I cannot complain\n'Cause I did some shit I’m not proud of, I’m afraid to say\nI’m so sorry to this day\nI was wro-o-o-o-ong\nBut now I’m on a ro-o-o-o-ll\nAnd I can never fa-a-a-ll\nThey tryna stop my glo-w-o-w-o-w\nOh no-o-o-o-o