Remembermelinda

(T. Quaites/M. Mosley/F. Ojetunde)

I'm just sittin' smokin' weed and looking at some old pictures
From mom's house of when I was a young boy
And the first one that I see is of me and Melinda
On the roof throwin' gang signs
The kind of homie that you don't find
But she always kept things on her mind
She never was my baby, we had a crush
When we were younger
We used to hump and that was it
No bullsit, she was eleven I was ten
But she meant more to me than any woman since

CHORUS:
RememberMelinda
I used to stay across the street from her
She could have been a supermodel
Don't remember doing shit without her
I often think about her
RememberMelinda
Never really found her way home
I loved her like my sister
Dear Lord I really miss her, one wish
Long as I live, I'll always RememberMelinda

She always had a lot of drama
Watchin' daddy drunk beating on mama
She used to stuff grams in her bra for my nigga Rob
Twistin' niggas was her job, married to the mob
I used to take her on runs with me
She'd sit in the passenger seat and count the funds for me
It's my fault, I introduced her to the game
To find out she couldn't hang - and it's a shame
That I remember when she started actin' crazy
Was first day she brought my yay to me
Let's get some yack because you made me now
But wait up, what's the deal why ain't you happy
Something's wrong and that's really an open package
That's when I finally realize