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street memories - sebastian dark lyrics

[verse 1: sebastian dark]
you gotta get on the mic and do your best
i ill-strated that way to get this sh-t off of my chest
so theres gonna be so many and some playas hatin
i was kinda dusty cause i just finished skatin’
now others say standin at the bat isn’t where it’s at
people doing crack in the streets as i’m writing this track
i’m in your mansion’s liquor cabinet fillin’ up a picnic basket
you livin’ in a box called a casket
thinking about my life in the streets just brings back my f-cking dark mind
couldn’t even go walk outside in a nice area f-cking park crime
mother f-ckers want all the smoke, no vapin’
tryin’ to game fame off the name i’m makin’
back then when larry bird was playin’ the knicks
cactus b-tches man f-ck you pr-cks this sh-t is lit

[hook]
was poor but i stay with bills like i’m hillary
my life would make a good -ss doc-mentary
glad i can live in the hills i love beverly
remember being in the streets, f-cking memories

[verse 2: sebastian dark]
pull out tha guns first, chiff until our lungs hurt
be steadfast and outlast the desert
now we gonna ball in the mix, u-haul bricks
but i ain’t playing snitch, twelve or six
you’re hungry as h-ll, so i’m cookin up the chowder
when i turn cosmic the crowd gets louder
into a mummified state, but i’ll unravel the clock
yo i got it locked like the mob on my block
i hit the interstate pop the hood and caught triple a
i be pumpin iron like i’m triple h
when the mourners gumming on c-ke and rum doing devil stuff
pampers cost more than six quarters, i ain’t got enough
(all these enemies trynna look tough)
you’re crazy, your talk don’t amaze me
chika check it out step right up and see

[skit: sebastian dark, lil keith, tyrone williams & big n-gg-s]
-gunshots-
[tyrone:]
agh i have no ammo ight imma just use my fists then!
[sebastian:]
wait no tyrone what the f-ck!
(tyrone charges at one big n-gg- and knocks him out)
[tyrone:]
die n-gg-!
[keith:]
holy f-ck tyrone you’re one crazy mother fu- -gunshots- oh sh-t get down!

[verse 3: sebastian dark]
master of self, my wealth, is just my state of mind
search around the world but you will never find
i got rid of the scr-per and sold the lex
drug us up but the seeds feel the side effects
v-town hog, so i dog her like a doorway gap
i ain’t never pull my strap and i never clap
but we ain’t villains that be stepping out of line
i have the power to take back what’s mine
they left taking pieces of me untill i felt empty inside
it ain’t no use, for you to try and hide and you know i feel like i’m gonna glide
all the haters crying and lying about my squad and how they always relying
garvey science, self reliance, unifying soldiers building true alliance

[hook]
was poor but i stay with bills like i’m hillary
my life would make a good -ss doc-mentary
glad i can live in the hills i love beverly
remember being in the streets, f-cking memories

[verse 4: sebastian dark]
we gon’ look up at the stars, notice those stars
on top of the car with rappers that have scars
a lotta them is cowards who be actin hard
so tell them jankrows to stay in they yard
this is the comeback, tongue that’s sharp like a thumbtack
i was asked this question, not too far back
who can we trust, who can we rely on?
is a 40 ounce bottle but all the liquors gone
pop tyrone’s tape in watch him elevate
he now above the city, all of you afraid
you could catch me in the middle of the street
let em work, they can make enough to eat
this is for those cats that specialize in robberies
seein’ b-tches who ain’t sh-t get the luxuries
when i been workin hard in the streets f-cking memories

- sebastian dark lyrics

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