Artist: Gambino Family Album: Ghetto Organized Song: Memories Typed by: Lil Hustle [Chorus - 2x] Memories (of my niggaz in the penitentiary) Memories, of living on these streets [Gotti] Memories of me and my nigga, in the penitentiary Writing letters, making plans for once we hit society And how living's suppose to be Now my nigga dead in the cemetery, Lord tell me How could this be, you took my only friend away from me Left me alone in these streets, and smoking weed To keep my mind off the pain, I never let your name die in vain I represent, so you can live through my veins Guide me through this game, cause it's hard to maintain Most of these niggaz act strange, who's to blame I never rested tell murdered the killers, who caused your death Got me watching my back, I never know what to expect Is it my last breath, that's the questions I ask This life done got me pressured and strapped Watching my mama, fall into a wreck Lord can you hear me, because I'm feeling like I'm next It's kinda hard, not celebrating our birthday together I guess heaven is better Wesley Penn and Kevin Miller, memories forever [Chorus - 2x] [P'heno] Memories got me drinking Hennessy, to drown my misery Missing my peers who doing years, in penitentiaries Made it from the dark side, but still it's do or die Now will I survive this gamble with my life, falling my stripes So many homies, lost they life in the flames Or they die, by the poison in they veins Heavenly father give me strength, because I'm losing my faith This is the right path to take, don't wanna make a mistake And be a victim like my nigga Lester, Lord bless the boy Cause he having it hard, locked down behind bars To all my niggaz, doing time in the pen I'ma see ya when I see ya, I'ma see ya when they shut me in But until, I be breeder till they bury me And keeping niggaz in my memory [Chorus - 2x] [Regginelli] I'm having memories of my uncle, laying dead on these streets Lord help me I can't believe, that my nigga deceased This world is getting kinda hectic, got us niggaz dressed in black on black Looking for the nigga, that put a slug in my uncle back Remember when I wanted to be down, you bitches wasn't around Now I'm handling bidness, trying to put my fucking thang down These hoes, use to act funny But now they see me counting G's by the fucking hundreds, I'm getting money Memories, of my niggaz out there balling for keeps Some in the cell with an L, never gon' see the streets But that's ok I'm reminiscing, for my niggaz that's gone But for you Wesley I'm gon' holla, when I make you get home [Chorus - 2x] [Melchior] Now I'm reminiscing, on my uncle's death A bitch nigga left him bleeding, from the front to the back I still remember, when my uncle got released from jail All he wanted was a wife, a house and some mail I can't believe my uncle gone, his memory gon' live on Every night I'm asking God, that my uncle make it home Every night I'm asking why, the hell do we die Lord knows I miss my uncle, you could see it in my eye Lord please before I die, just give me a chance So for once I could just hold, a mill' in my hand So much love for my uncle, may he rest in peace Wesley Penn and Kevin Miller, y'all in my memory [Chorus - 4x]