No Blemishes

Lyrics for 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