Memoir: Entry VII/Till Next Time
[Intro]
Got a whole lot of problems,
I think they all permanent.

[Verse 1]
This is a memoir,
Gotta get them off my chest, like its Kevlar,
Pay attention to the niggas out here spitting,
Something different for a living,
But, that ain't what you here for,
God damn man,
Tired of the opposition,
God damn man,
I'm just stuck in my position,
God damn man,
If I make another memoir, then I'm going crazy,
That's just how I'm feeling lately,
Forreal, look at how a nigga living,
In my momma basement, tryna get to where I visioned,
Myself,
And my health,
Is slowly deteriorating,
But my wealth,
Is slowing coming up,
And I know you hate it,
Motherfucker, don't forget I graduated,
But I'm a college dropout and wish I never waited,
Wish I was making some noise,
Not just me but nigga, all of my boys,
Gotta do this for my son sake,
Monday through to Sunday,
Working cause I know that I can make it happen one day,
One way road, follow it to my dreams,
My team, making moves that's colder than some ice cream,
I scream out, any time I get some good news related to this music shit,
Cause nigga I ain't use to it,
I know I am not new to this,
Compare me back to 09, now I'm doing fluent shit,
Making moves and shit in hopes that one day I'll be stupid rich.

[Verse 2]
Keep it going, keep it going,
Lotta hate coming my way and imma keep ignoring,
I don't even know how I'm the one they searching for,
When every time I hit em up, they never wanna see the phone,
Never wanna see me grow,
Never wanna see how this shit unfolds,
And I'm tired of it, tired of it,
But with this music man one day I will retire from it,
And that mean two things,
So the time is right now for me to do things,
Cause I'll retire when I'm dead homie,
How many fucking memoirs have you even read homie,
Things better left unsaid homie,
I'm only seeing red for the moment,
Let me calm down,
Maybe I can set it straight,
And hope I ain't too late,
To make the haters bite the words they say,
From back in the day,
With what I create,
That's different from Drake,
From album to tape,
I got what it takes,
And imma knock all out so they can't ride on my wave,
I've seen my brighter days,
And my dark ones too,
But I remember those,
Vividly recreating these images,
Playing games like they scrimmages,
And winning in my stories only after I had flipped the shit,
Damnit man, I'm nigger rich,
That mean I'm full of pride and loving every bit of it,
Took a nigga 7 years before I even got a hit,
Ain't that a bitch,
Must've been a solid glitch,
But I remember, I found my niche,
I only exist if these rhymes do,
Nah fuck that, now I'm going times two,
I know when they see me,
I know that they wanna be me,
I know that...

[Verse 3]
Keep it going, keep it going,
All these memoirs in my head that I had you exploring,
But they still don't understand me like they think a nigga foreign,
Nigga, I got more to show,
Nigga, I got more to roll,
Nigga, I got more to blow,
And nigga I got more I wrote,
God damn man,
This is a memoir,
God damn man,
I'm the fucking centaur,
God damn man,
This what I was sent for,
But they don't get it though,
But they don't get it though,
God damn man,
This is a memoir,
God damn man,
I'm the fucking centaur,
God damn man,
This what I was sent for,
But they don't get it though,
No they don't get it though.

*It seems... That you don't need me anymore...
If you don't it's fine, no hard feelings*

I just want you to listen now.

*I can do that*

[Entry]
You know, this thing called life is pretty crazy.
When's the last time I ended a memoir like this?
*i think it was the last album*
You're right.
Anyway, this album is dedicated to my son. I just found out I have a second child on the way too.
*that is pretty crazy*
I just wanna make a difference...
I guess that's why I make music like this...
*theres nothing wrong with it, you make what you want to hear*
Yeah, I just hope they feel it.
Till next time...
*till next time*