No Blemishes

Tell mine, these days

Tell mine, these-

Tell mine, these days

Tell mine, these-

I still can hear my gaga telling me that-

I need to be home before dinner time

Or the principal calling my name, over the intercom

Weighin' up on my Digimon, I got them yings poppin

Still can hear my screen swinging open when my fiend knocking

Can hear them shots going off, whizzing past my head

Or the sound of the impact, when I crashed my sled

Can hear my pops telling me he ain't got bill fare

He ain't gon pay to bury me or push a nigga wheelchair

Remember my sister Ari calling me a crybaby

No matter what happen to me, I know she got Jamie

Can hear my cousin Smiley screaming, "6 mile YBS"

Can hear my uncle Keeper tellin' me, "You got it, neph"

Always running from the police, I had to park the Monte

Can hear the sirens in my ear, feel like two cars behind me

You hear that glass shatter right before it hit his temples

Still can hear that ol' lady screaming out her kitchen window

Got the most vividest, vaguest of images

On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes

You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it

The gang I'm in you just can't claim without no membership

Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brent

All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence

Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss

Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since

All the crime, never did a stint

Should've went with my first mind, we end up getting flicked

Merging between them blurred lines with a brick of fent

Remind me of the first time a nigga went to Flint

I still can see them state troops and them speed traps

Stash full of blues, pourin' the juice thick as beeswax

I still remember last thing my nigga Slick told me

Same nigga I feed'll be the same nigga that snitch on me

I can't recall how all this creature shit had came about

Like, yeah, I broke the law, but that ain't shit to be ashamed about

Miss hearing Ms. Karen tell me it's never too much

Still feel my skin crawling watching my granny shoot up

My first Cartis came from off the Boston baked beans

I miss the look on shorty face off the eighteen

Still got one foot in, one foot out, it's like a jab step

Sick I had to watch my nigga Joey take his last breath

Got the most vividest, vaguest of images

On my resume, it ain't no stains or no blemishes

You can't put no smut on my name when you mention it

The gang I'm in you just can't claim without no membership

Been in this shit since I was eight, long live my nigga Brent

All this shit did was brought me pain and stole my innocence

Can't put too much cut on the X, that shit be hit-or-miss

Last grade I completed was the eighth, ain't been suspended since