Nights in the South/Memoir: Entry VI

Night One:
Having good times can be so hard
If you don't know
Now you do
I don't really know why I came here but I'm thinking its for you
What you doing to me
What you doing to me
When the time comes up
And I've run my luck
No fuss but
Are you rolling with me

Can somebody throw me the mic
No questions asked
I'll kill any rapper on sight
Forreal
Music is money
Money is power
And imma use hip hop till I get the tip top of the tip tip top of the fucking tower

[Aaliyah Sample]
Remember when I did that shit
But that ain't what this joint about
Fuck it
Go ahead and play it out
(And I hope you don't forget it girl)
(I wanna give you my world)

Night Two:
Fuck that I'm moving on
Not even worried when my crew getting on
If you gotta ask it, will I grab it
Let him have it, mafucka
Try proving me wrong
Try it mafcka
I been here all day man
Grinding mafucka
Everybody want a diss
Everybody want a hit
Tough shit
Why a nigga lying, mafucka
Forreal
I do not try to make things come off this way
Today it just did
Forreal I do not know who buzzing all of the shit from the kid
Maybe I'm a big deal
Maybe this is all in my head
He say, she say
I'm one of the best
Maybe I can prove it
Throw my Nikes on and do it
Nothing to it
I just wanna lose my mind to the music
I'm always improving
Throwing new flows in the groove
And I just knew it
Man, I would be contributing to movements
Forreal
Can't let the moment pass me
All these dark thoughts grabbing
They reaching for me
Teasing, they used to have me
And now I'm in a new mood
Cause I used up happy
And I apologize if that was crappy
I'm feeling crafty tonight
I can do whatever I deem as possible and I'm the type
It'll happen tonight
If my craft is just right
On my goldilocks
I'm bearing three stages in this shit
Coming home to rock
Bottom, hit the lotto with the bottle of pills hoping it would kill
But I feel the pain still
Is it real
And if so what's the fucking big deal

This is memoir
Though I didn't start it out that way
Yeah, it's true...
I left my home of Cincinnati, Ohio
Now I'm here, just outside of Tampa, Florida
My son, Drake, was born on my 20th birthday
How amazing is that?
I'm still 20 as I write this, but when you hear it I'll be 21
Hence the album title
I believe I've stayed true to who I would be musically throughout this entire ride
If you haven't heard by now
FOUND, Memoirs and this act as a trilogy
Multiple chapters of my life all rolled into one
FOUND was and still is dedicated to my Great Grandmother
If you've listened enough, I'm sure you know of the promise I made to her when she passed
Yeah, I'm still keeping it
No worries there
Memoirs of a Cincinnati Maniac
I never really dedicated to anyone
But I did take a more experimental approach that I was able to convey here on XXI
And of course, XXI is dedicated to no one other than my son
I hope to give you the best