Bad Memories

I got bad memories, every day I
I got bad memories, every day I feel this pain
Old friends dead to me, lotta shit just aint the same
Got a lot of enemies, aint afraid to let it hang
I just pray they never get to me
Brodie got two felonies, tryna keep that nigga tamed
He got demon energy, I could see it in his face
Pouring cups of Hennessy, thinking bout my brothers face
He was laying dead next to me
& I got pain in these raps
Sometimes I think about it, wanna give it back
Sometimes I think about it, wanna pick up straps
I know revenge wont ever bring my brother back
But they gon’ feel the shit we felt and thats a fact
There was girls I used to love, didn’t love me back
Was it cause my anger or cause of the shit I lack in
Matter fact, save the answer, Im no longer askin
I just wan’ hit da road and pray I make it back
Girl will it hurt you if I never make it back
Aint mean to hurt you, I was stupid in the past
I shoulda put you first, instead I put you last
But how you leave me right away when shit got bad
You told me you dont want your ex no more, you took him back
....“Fuck bitches Deon, just get in yo bag”
Man I know its hard, I just lost my bro
That forever left me scarred, gotta let you know
Cause I be bottling my demons
And I smile so my niggas never see it
Its been a while, said “Im happy” and I mean it
I go thru trials, when I sleep I just dream shit
I cant believe this
Papi all like where you go
Its been a minute, I be acting like you hit the road
Theres no forgiving, if I see him Ima let it go
I just be wishing I could visit you or maybe call
Get up, brody get up
You good my nigga, nah you aint hurt, dont you give up
Nigga you done battled thru worse
No one realer
Last thing I said to my homie, wish he was with us
Pick up, baby pick up
Not tryna waste none ya time, dont you give up
Stick around, Im yours and you mine, no one with us
Just stick with me baby, cause you know I got
I got bad memories, every day I feel this pain
Old friends dead to me, lotta shit just aint the same
Got a lot of enemies, aint afraid to let it hang
I just pray they never get to me
Brodie got two felonies, tryna keep that nigga tamed
He got demon energy, I could see it in his face
Pouring cups of Hennessy, thinking bout my brothers face
He was laying dead next to me
& I got pain in these raps
Sometimes I think about it, wanna give it back
Sometimes I think about it, wanna pick up straps
I know revenge wont ever bring my brother back
But they gon’ feel the shit we felt and thats a fact
There was girls I used to love, didn’t love me back
Was it cause my anger or cause of the shit I lack in
Matter fact, save the answer, Im no longer askin
I just wan’ hit da road and pray I make it back
I pray I make it back
I pray I make it back
And I miss my bro
Man I miss my bro
I think about him every night when I be sleepin
Think about you, every night Im dreamin