Cee Armel - The Memo Lyrics

Lemme paint the picture
It's way too many fake family and friends
You aint get the memo?
You know I aint f*ckin withcha
Why you hit my line? How you get my number?
Who the f*ck sent ya?
You know I don't remember
If I dead it then I meant it
Lemme paint the picture
It's way too many fake family and friends
You aint get the memo?
You know I aint f*ckin withcha
Why you hit my line? How you get my number?
Who the f*ck sent ya?
You know I don't remember
If I dead it then I meant it

They wanna know what it's all about
Like how I'm the man that they talkin bout
Don't follow the plan then we chalk em out
Keep whippin these birds then we ship em out
F*ck what these niggas be talkin bout
And f*ck what these women be yappin bout
I'm gettin some money they bitchin now?
I can't understand what the bitchin bout
Remember them days I was reachin out?
They never picked up I got the dialtone
Now I hear em sayin Cee you brand new
But I never trip I be in my zone
If you don't love me please leave me alone
Delete the pictures out ya camera phone
I be outta sight and outta mind
Gettin high in different time zones
I do this shit with my eyes closed
I swear me rappin just aint fair
When you take a loss know you on ya own
And when you start winnin man they reappear
I go through it like every year
That's why I change numbers every other year
Now all these checks comin in pairs
And all these women come so prepared

Lemme paint the picture
It's way too many fake family and friends
You aint get the memo?
You know I aint f*ckin withcha
Why you hit my line? How you get my number?
Who the f*ck sent ya?
You know I don't remember
If I dead it then I meant it

You know I don't remember
What happened last November?
Why you hit my line? How you get this number?
Who the f*ck sent ya?
F.O.E. and it's M.O.B
Man I hope you get the picture
Cause If I aint f*ckin witcha
Then I aint f*ckin witcha
Aint no comin back
Once you done you done
Got it on my own they aint give me none
F*ck a favor never needed one
Feel like all these niggas wanna be me son
I mean all these niggas wanna be my son
I want all the bread every single crumb
I don't f*ck with bitches they be f*ckin dumb
If i rip it once then I'm done with hun
I remember the times they hated
You know I aint forget about that
And these women was playin
I'm winnin right now they all comin right back
They aint even built like that
Na they aint even built like that
That's why they gettin killed like that
Damn Ceez why you feel like that?

Lemme paint the picture
It's way too many fake family and friends
You aint get the memo?
You know I aint f*ckin withcha
Why you hit my line? How you get my number?
Who the f*ck sent ya?
You know I don't remember
If I dead it then I meant it