Bad Memories

I got bad memories, every day I I got bad memories, every day I feel this pain Old friends dead to me, lotta shit just aint the same Got a lot of enemies, aint afraid to let it hang I just pray they never get to me Brodie got two felonies, tryna keep that nigga tamed He got demon energy, I could see it in his face Pouring cups of Hennessy, thinking bout my brothers face He was laying dead next to me And I got pain in these raps Sometimes I think about it, wanna give it back Sometimes I think about it, wanna pick up straps I know revenge wont ever bring my brother back But they gon' feel the shit we felt and thats a fact There was girls I used to love, didn't love me back Was it cause my anger or cause of the shit I lack in Matter fact, save the answer, Im no longer askin I just wan' hit da road and pray I make it back Girl will it hurt you if I never make it back Aint mean to hurt you, I was stupid in the past I shoulda put you first, instead I put you last But how you leave me right away when shit got bad You told me you dont want your ex no more, you took him back "Fuck bitches Deon, just get in yo bag" Man I know its hard, I just lost my bro That forever left me scarred, gotta let you know Cause I be bottling my demons And I smile so my niggas never see it Its been a while, said "Im happy" and I mean it I go thru trials, when I sleep I just dream shit I cant believe this Papi all like where you go Its been a minute, I be acting like you hit the road Theres no forgiving, if I see him Ima let it go I just be wishing I could visit you or maybe call Get up, brody get up You good my nigga, nah you aint hurt, dont you give up Nigga you done battled thru worse No one realer Last thing I said to my homie, wish he was with us Pick up, baby pick up Not tryna waste none ya time, dont you give up Stick around, Im yours and you mine, no one with us Just stick with me baby, cause you know I got I got bad memories, every day I feel this pain Old friends dead to me, lotta shit just aint the same Got a lot of enemies, aint afraid to let it hang I just pray they never get to me Brodie got two felonies, tryna keep that nigga tamed He got demon energy, I could see it in his face Pouring cups of Hennessy, thinking bout my brothers face He was laying dead next to me And I got pain in these raps Sometimes I think about it, wanna give it back Sometimes I think about it, wanna pick up straps I know revenge wont ever bring my brother back But they gon' feel the shit we felt and thats a fact There was girls I used to love, didn't love me back Was it cause my anger or cause of the shit I lack in Matter fact, save the answer, Im no longer askin I just wan' hit da road and pray I make it back I pray I make it back I pray I make it back And I miss my bro Man I miss my bro I think about him every night when I be sleepin Think about you, every night Im dreamin