What up, Midwest? Ohio 330, Milk-Town

What up, T. Urban?

Going Ape is the tape, you already know

East Coast, West Coast, down south, worldwide, Germany

Take you down memory lane for a second

Walk with me, relate with me

I'm just drifting on a memory, brought forth

Not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

I be drifting on some memories, brought forth

And it's not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

I be drifting on some memories, brought forth

Not from the Hennessy, just thoughts

My **** shipped from Germany, that's food

And the love is the energy we lost

Now it's all about flossy chains

Two-stepping and making it rain, wanted to change the game

Got a puzzler aim and I'm confused

Trying to put together the scattered pieces and find the clues

But the mystery makes the memory just fade

I remember the first time I heard I got it made

I remember the first time I heard I got it made

I remember the first time I heard I got it made

The clipper blade designed my fade, I was hip-hop then

High tops with the hot tops spitboxing

First time I recorded the hood supported it

They had my ish knocking, it was more than community love

I had the heads and thugs showing me love

And that's more than you can ask for

When just spilling out your heart on record

And that's more than you can ask for

When just spilling out your heart on record

So I be

Drifting on these memories, brought forth

And it's not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

I be drifting on some memories, brought forth

And it's not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

I be drifting on some memories, brought forth

And they not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

They drift but they don't slip away

The lyrics are a gift so I don't get carried away

Listening to the beat encourage me what I have to say

So I continuously keep running it back

Let my mind react and try to tap into a new spit

But the love for the music keeps holding me back

Into the same spot in my bedroom

Up all night, trying to master rap

Never flashy cat, very humble in fact

Soft spoken until I got open

Then start flowing rap after rap

Call myself stallion in verse, now everyone is calling me that

Now the legacy is building

Tell 'em what Lionel dancing on the ceiling

Not trying to be Richie Rich, no need for top billing

Just want to be comfortable in a nice

Crib where the paint ain't peeling

Some memories are tainted in the pain I'm feeling

I make everything stop

The same pain radio felt when Sal smashed up his boombox

And I'm just doing the right thing

All of my memories onto this white thing

The paper's so inviting when I'm just drifting on a memory

I'm drifting on some memories, brought forth

Not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

I be drifting on these memories, brought forth

And they not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

I be drifting on some memories, brought forth

And they not from no Hennessy, just thoughts

That I'm drifting on some memories, brought forth

Not from no Hennessy, just thoughts