Memoirs Lyrics - Wes On Acid

[Hook 1] 

And this a memoir to my family back when 

My family back when 

My family back when 

[x2] 

[Verse 1] 

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Irvine keys for a G 

The city pour up for me 

I find it hard to believe that you aren't fucking with me 

Gave these songs to the masses 

While their radio is blasting 

Sick of ignorance asking why I named myself Acid 

They think i'm selling my soul 

I said i'm sellin' them gold 

Premonitions fasho 

Take this shit on the road 

'Cause now I see family 

Cousins blocking a G 

And you won't get shit from me when i'm on MTV 

Thought they'd remember my heart 

Been knowin' me from the start 

Babe i'm just sellin' them art 

No, no I can't play their part 

Thought you had shooters from three 

Ain't really been there for me 

Five albums in you gon' see I won six rings like two threes 

Collectors callin' my line seven years 'till i'm fine 

Hate they're takin' whats mine 

Might have to show them this nine 

All these rappers be posin' 

I'm alone like i'm Moses 

They're gon' see that i'm chosen 

Like Ke', Juice and 10 Roses 

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[Hook 2] 

[Verse 2] 

And I just want to make my momma proud 

I really hope that she's proud 

It ain't like I'm out here sellin' this loud 

Roll a blunt up for me 

Reflect on what I done seen 

Hope for good vibes for me 

I'm thinking positively 

There's too much shit on my mind 

Boxing with father time 

Wish I could save them with rhyme before my family starts dying 

Ke' is losing her heath, my pops is losing his health, grandad is losing his health 

Hope I could save them with wealth 

I'm on an ultralight beam 

Come back to earth before they're gone and you regret missing time 

Don't miss last breath for these poems 

Live with that shit 'till you die 

Haunt you 

Ain't tellin' no lies 

Thoughts sneak up with no surprise 

Revert to sellin' those pies 

I'm losing all self esteem 

Depression tainting my soul 

Thoughts of me fade away 

I don't know where i'm 'gon go 

Will Hip Hop please accept me? 

Or back to banking on theft 

I'm really living my dream 

This is all I got left 

[Hook 3]