Tyam - Mémoires (Prod. By Rikio Ito) lyrics

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Tyam - Mémoires (Prod. By Rikio Ito) lyrics

Verse: Every time i hop the beat, its recognizable Everybody tryna be me, its indescribable Undeniable, for half of these people are unreliable They may be denying, what im implying, but what would lying do Streets of safari so ima show em what a lion do Roast em over to open fire nothing to tie em to The jungle on my shoulders, & i know you heard of minks Cause im erve gotti with the pen & how i murder ink I hit the studio im trying get a necklace I left then i started to right imean bu dexterous My punchlines hit hard you ready to bruise But i never lose, cause im miami in 72 Call me don shula, im seeking the prime j**eler Had me bezelled out right, i know he don't mind mula Uh i keep going till the set done Im the future of fly, im living it like a jet son Some hate me, why the others imitate Hatas love us in reality, that's what i indicate On time never late, cause royalty is in my fate Got some dudes who don't hit the gym, but you know they flipping weight They gon take me out the game, ima boss Yea right, i wish a n**uh would like a log Im prepared for the wins & the losts When im stressing get a black with a bottle full of sauce Cause im young and i ain't really rushing for a doe hood Yea i make mistakes that don't mean i ain't no good Live up in burbs put i prolly be in yo hood & you think im gone im just really on the low good 0 12 propel angel but i cause hell Animal i move fast nascar no snail I grind hard to keep my pockets fat, they doing swell You got no guap & no shot, OH WELL! You say you want some help, its every man for himself This a heavy weight match, im going home with the belt If im sick for them dollas, split ya dome, for ya health & if im coming close to poor, im in ya home for the wealth Judge me if you want, you already know my steez Treat em like blunts, so we roll em like its trees Like the letter after "D" we do this sh** with ease We got a buzz like the letter after "A" we them b'z I get it poppin like a popper Sick wiz the doctor, them n***as is molotovs, we them n***as that was hotter, Get in then we pop her, new song how we drop her Im metal mixed with steel, & all my the competition copper I ain't living lavishly, i ain't with the flattering You on me too long, i k** em off dead battery Get a n***as feeling hurt if he try to battle me Compatible compatibly ga**ing n***as that's after me Outro: I dedicate this for… for everybody saying i was cool For people that believed in me when i was making movies For everybody in my section, for my family & For the man up stairs with the gift to be a deadly weapon Things ain't the same how it should be… Although I'm standing right here, don't over look me LOOK, id rather vent instead of asking for help So i thank all of y'all cause i ain't do it myself & thats real