Bogus Charms (feat. Meek Mill)

(Maybach Music)

Broken memories

You will find a way

Rule number one is you could never rat

Fuckin' with you suckas set a **** back

Break 'em down to baby sacks of Similac

And the only thing on tracks I'm servin' is the facts

Wanna pop your chain, kill you for your charm

Never mind your name, call you Uncle Tom

Shoot in front of bitches never made a difference

'Cause impressin' all the pigeons was the biggest interest

Quick to get it poppin', nothin' for your pockets

Crack melt like Baskin Robbins, never break a promise

Cops rushin' doors, **** flushin' dope

Who really tippin' Crime Stoppers? You will never know

Half my team illiterate, I know it sound pathetic

But we can each get a brick, that's on a line of credit

A lot of **** died over fake pieces

And the day I do, I pray my son he get to read this

Broken memories always fade

Live on and you will find a way

Things will be okay, don't be afraid

Live on and you will find a way

Uh, I only 'member nights that was post-traumatic

So I'm never actin' bougie like I supposed to have it

Servin' addicts, totin' ladders, it was so dramatic

Puttin' friends before my family, my worstest habit

'Cause in my hood it ain't no friends when you get a Benz

'Cause homie in the backseat wanna split your wig

Just to play the drivers seat to say he hit the lick

And he gon' post it on the 'Gram like don't forget the vid'

See, **** tell on they own homies just to get to live

Miami on a Sunday just to commit them sins

And these the ones we supposed to ride for, forget the kids

Throw your life away for a **** that wouldn't send your kids

Twenty dollars when you in your bid

That's the way we live for what we did

'Cause I'm in the chains, fuck the way it is, the way it was

Now the only way is up, I'm never into fakin' love

I'm only here to wake you up, young ****

Broken memories always fade

Live on and you will find a way

Things will be okay, don't be afraid

Live on and you will find a way

In a 911, came without a ceilin'

Can't imagine all the pain your brother was concealin'

But we own a fully loaded 'cause it's so appealin'

Sue you when they do you for a couple million

Started from the bottom, rip the carpet up

Parents great examples 'cause they never argue much

Air conditioner in the window, watch the water drip

Premonitions of my death is what I wanna miss

Pretty pictures of my kids the only ones I kiss

When you get a second chance, young brotha, what a gift

New obituaries everywhere I look

Prayin' every hour God keep me on his books

Cemeteries we pull up on them in foreign cars

Extended payments elated, now met with open arms (Jesus)

Look at all these rappers wearin' bogus charms

When they barely pay for marijuana and cigars

Broken memories always fade

Live on and you will find a way

Things will be okay, don't be afraid

Live on and you will find a way