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Thanks For the Memory

Neal Hefti & His Orchestra

...And The Winner Is: The Award Winning Songs From 1934 To 1957

Thanks for the memory
Of sentimental verse,
Nothing in my purse,
And chuckles
When the preacher said
For better or for worse,
How lovely it

nigga will stick you up right by the well niggas die in hell
Enemies want to keep me hostage like chopper blades I propell
Cut niggas off up and down left

get into it 
I'm tryna see how that body doing 
I always feel like a bad influence 
Tend to make you mad when there's nothing to it
We should get away

how this shit goes
By the end of this verse
The crowd gonna want more
Come on cequel
I know you can go harder then that
The thing is maim just now

fault, system failed them by default
Grow up put on dad's badge and then they slam Black face in the asphalt
LAPD I hope you don't think that I'd forget

to the south side, wish a nigga would hood
On the way stop where shorty stay lay the good wood
Ghost by eleven then I'm crossing 77
Stop at 79 link with Gray,

to me
It's new to you
Got something to prove with nothing to lose
As I emcee
All of YouTube
Enjoy the view (Yeah)

Yeah man
Just gotta go out and get it

money I don't want the clout
It ain't nothing funny when you stuck in a drought

It was sunny told the cloud to come out
His nose got runny when he was

to step to this

That girl is super bad I know she love this shit
She's the only one to call me by my government
She be Latin and she loving every single

not impossible

I went brick by brick
To feel tough I know it
Felt stable enough
Let people in now I show it
Crafting this entity
Made me feel at home I

Cheated on me
Girl
My heart
Is broken into pieces
And your love
Just fade away
I know nothing untill this day
You pick someone instead of me
I though this

going more higher than qua qua
If its bricks then we want it like trump's wall
So don't call me out by my government
In the south and am loving it 
You

I'm in the booth
I'm spittin' nothing but the truth
I'm in the booth
Don't know the game or what to do
Look, I'm doin' circles in the booth
This just

stronger In my cup I need a blunt after my blunt
My biggest hater? Probably my lungs
Uh (Uh) uh (Uh) kept it real from the jump (Jump)
Showed em nothing but

and no worse
When you see a lover as such, nothing can bind thee
Or hold you back, learned that back when Mama Young was alive
So I make sure I elevate

belong in the trash can
From now on I'm lowkey cause everybody just Stab backs
Couple bands up in the bag Spend it all we gone make it back
Nothing to lose

But I can't do minimum wage
Still it’s 365 no days off
I can teach these guys to make prof’
From I was a youngun, ran jobs by the dozen
But I wasn’t

time

People be mad at me for nothing
Even when I'm not stunting
They must think I'm bluffing 
I know I'm not cuffing
Boy you soft like muffins
I know

Make no mistake
I was taught to never settle for nothing that's lesser than great
To survive keep a pitch fork and a halo
Kill a nigga then the funeral

Ooo coolie what the fuck yo ass be on
In the crib doing nothing making hits like a bong

Weed super strong yea we smokin on this hulk 
She love me no

Golden goats from The Villè
Ey we be the best
2499 We be the best
High five, why five, take five, but you know I split bars
Five bars, nine lines, by

can't jump to get it
I'll do a bunch of whippets and have lunch with Grimace
"What the fuck do that mean?" Not a whole lot
Hopping on my soap box
Nothing

to try
We're afraid to fail
Do you have any clue what your head does
When you're surrounded by fiends tryna get drugs
With a rose and a chore
And their

an understatement
I had a partner almost lose everything trying to flee from policemen
Fake niggas is misleading and women ain't nothing either
And family will have