Memories

Текст песни Gambino Family - Memories

Memories Lyrics[Chorus - 2x]
Memories (of my niggas in the penitentiary)
Memories, of living on these streets

[Gotti]
Memories of me and my nigga, in the penitentiary
Writing letters, making plans for once we hit society
And how living's suppose to be
Now my nigga dead in the cemetery, Lord tell me
How could this be, you took my only friend away from me
Left me alone in these streets, and smoking weed
To keep my mind off the pain, I never let your name die in vain
I represent, so you can live through my veins
Guide me through this game, cause it's hard to maintain
Most of these niggas act strange, who's to blame
I never rested tell murdered the killers, who caused your death
Got me watching my back, I never know what to expect
Is it my last breath, that's the questions I ask
This life done got me pressured and strapped
Watching my mama, fall into a wreck
Lord can you hear me, because I'm feeling like I'm next
It's kinda hard, not celebrating our birthday together
I guess heaven is better
Wesley Penn and Kevin Miller, memories forever
[Chorus - 2x]
[P'heno]
Memories got me drinking Hennessy, to drown my misery
Missing my peers who doing years, in penitentiaries
Made it from the dark side, but still it's do or die
Now will I survive this gamble with my life, falling my stripes
So many homies, lost they life in the flames
Or they die, by the poison in they veins
Heavenly father give me strength, because I'm losing my faith
This is the right path to take, don't wanna make a mistake
And be a victim like my nigga Lester, Lord bless the boy
Cause he having it hard, locked down behind bars
To all my niggas, doing time in the pen
I'ma see ya when I see ya, I'ma see ya when they shut me in
But until, I be breeder till they bury me
And keeping niggas in my memory

[Chorus - 2x]
[Regginelli]
I'm having memories of my uncle, laying dead on these streets
Lord help me I can't believe, that my nigga deceased
This world is getting kinda hectic, got us niggas dressed in black on black
Looking for the nigga, that put a slug in my uncle back
Remember when I wanted to be down, you bitches wasn't around
Now I'm handling bidness, trying to put my fucking thang down
These hoes, use to act funny
But now they see me counting G's by the fucking hundreds, I'm getting money
Memories, of my niggas out there balling for keeps
Some in the cell with an L, never gon' see the streets
But that's ok I'm reminiscing, for my niggas that's gone
But for you Wesley I'm gon' holla, when I make you get home
[Chorus - 2x]
[Melchior]
Now I'm reminiscing, on my uncle's death
A bitch nigga left him bleeding, from the front to the back
I still remember, when my uncle got released from jail
All he wanted was a wife, a house and some mail
I can't believe my uncle gone, his memory gon' live on
Every night I'm asking God, that my uncle make it home
Every night I'm asking why, the hell do we die
Lord knows I miss my uncle, you could see it in my eye
Lord please before I die, just give me a chance
So for once I could just hold, a mill' in my hand
So much love for my uncle, may he rest in peace
Wesley Penn and Kevin Miller, y'all in my memory

[Chorus - 4x]