poetic flashbacks from Berhane's Son by Mati

I've been laying my thoughts on this mic ever since I was young
It’s not too much to do in this city filled with the drugs
They be poppin percocet, ashin' blunts on the rug
If everybody loved, then we wouldn’t question the trust

And I've been worried that we all just wasting time
These women acting shiesty, talkin' stages last for months
Let’s take it back to conversations 1999
No cellular devices, you could really spare your time

Now it’s like everything we do is for the social media
She probably want someone with status and a Wikipedia
I kept it so damn real that i ain't worried bout a BBL
A 9 to 5 and then the club, I hope you sleeping well

I just seen her picture in my camera roll
I just turn the page and I keep it low
Can’t find love with a fake hoe
Trynna stay away, we not the same hoe
I ain't trynna turn you to a memory
Only time I call you off the Hennessy
I just seen you call, I just missed your call

I ain't trynna turn you to a memory
Only time I call you off the Hennessy
I just seen you call, I just missed your call

I was trynna get some money, trynna be the plug
Starting writing music, I was really doing poetry
Don’t know who’s really family, I fell out with my blood
Man inside the mirror, I'm just looking for some clarity

I ain't never needed stress so I'm really trynna stomach it
My brother got a Beamer and he say he put a gun in it
In and out the music and I finally found the fun in it
(yeah yeah finally found the fun in it)

I just seen her picture in my camera roll
I just turn the page and I keep it low
Can’t find love with a fake hoe
Trynna stay away, we not the same hoe
I ain't trynna turn you to a memory
Only time I call you off the Hennessy
I just seen you call, I just missed your call

I ain't trynna turn you to a memory
Only time I call you off the Hennessy
I just seen you call, I just missed your call

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