Nights in the South
Night One:
Having good times can be so hard,
If you don't know,
Now you do,
I don't really know why I came here but I'm thinking its for you,
What you doing to me,
What you doing to me,
When the time comes up,
And I've run my luck,
No fuss but,
Are you rolling with me.

Can somebody throw me the mic,
No questions asked,
I'll kill any rapper on sight,
Forreal,
Music is money,
Money is power,
And imma use hip hop till I get the tip top of the tip tip top of the fucking tower.

[Aaliyah Sample]
Remember when I did that shit,
But that ain't what this joint about,
Fuck it,
Go ahead and play it out.

Night Two:
Fuck that I'm moving on,
Not even worried when my crew getting on,
If you gotta ask it, will I grab it,
Let him have it, mafucka,
Try proving me wrong,
Try it mafcka,
I been here all day man,
Grinding mafucka,
Everybody want a diss,
Everybody want a hit,
Tough shit,
Why a nigga lying, mafucka,
Forreal,
I do not try to make things come off this way,
Today it just did,
Forreal I do not know who buzzing all of the shit from the kid,
Maybe I'm a big deal,
Maybe this is all in my head,
He say, she say,
I'm one of the best,
Maybe I can prove it,
Throw my Nikes on and do it,
Nothing to it,
I just wanna lose my mind to the music,
I'm always improving,
Throwing new flows in the groove,
And I just knew it,
Man, I would be contributing to movements,
Forreal,
Can't let the moment pass me,
All these dark thoughts grabbing,
They reaching for me,
Teasing, they used to have me,
And now I'm in a new mood,
Cause I used up happy,
And I apologize if that was crappy,
I'm feeling crafty tonight,
I can do whatever I deem as possible and I'm the type,
It'll happen tonight,
If my craft is just right,
On my goldilocks,
I'm bearing three stages in this shit,
Coming home to rock,
Bottom, hit the lotto with the bottle of pills hoping it would kill,
But I feel the pain still,
Is it real,
And if so what's the fucking big deal.

This is memoir,
Though I didn't start it out that way.
Yeah, it's true...
I left my home of Cincinnati, Ohio.
Now I'm here, just outside of Tampa, Florida.
My son, Drake, was born on my 20th birthday.
How amazing is that?
I'm still 20 as I write this, but when you hear it I'll be 21.
Hence the album title.
I believe I've stayed true to who I would be musically throughout this entire ride,
If you haven't heard by now,
FOUND, Memoirs and this act as a trilogy.
Multiple chapters of my life all rolled into one.
FOUND was and still is dedicated to my Great Grandmother.
If you've listened enough, I'm sure you know of the promise I made to her when she passed.
Yeah, I'm still keeping it.
No worries there.
Memoirs of a Cincinnati Maniac,
I never really dedicated to anyone,
But I did take a more experimental approach that I was able to convey here on XXI,
And of course, XXI is dedicated to no one other than my son.
I hope to give you the best.