S. Thompson - Memoir: Entry VII/Till Next Time lyrics

[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 n***as 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 n***a 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 Motherf**er, 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 n***a, 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 sh** Cause n***a I ain't use to it I know I am not new to this Compare me back to 09, now I'm doing fluent sh** Making moves and sh** 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 sh** 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 f**ing 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 sh** Damnit man, I'm n***a rich That mean I'm full of pride and loving every bit of it Took a n***a 7 years before I even got a hit Ain't that a b**h Must've been a solid glitch But I remember, I found my niche I only exist if these rhymes do Nah f** 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 n***a foreign n***a, I got more to show n***a, I got more to roll n***a, I got more to blow And n***a I got more I wrote God damn man This is a memoir God damn man I'm the f**ing 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 f**ing 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*