Memory Lane Lyrics

[Intro]
Sour K on the beat yuh

[Verse]
White mask tryna shoot up
They only know Glokknine for the guns and the boot up
I got a daughter on the way, I don't even want her to know that her old man really is a shooter
You on top like a elevator
I watched my niggas hitting different counties, came up like a escalator
I'm tryna serve them, where's the dinner table
How he on and he mistaking me, I think he false imprisonating
They giving out false allegations
Said I f*cked another bitch and got her pregnant with another baby
Really all these niggas soldier hating
Throwing dirt up on my name, tryna come up shit be motivating
I been clutching on my pistol lately
She got dumb brain, I swear to got this bitch she got education
She gave me a whole affadavit
f*ck a xan, give me a addy Imma boot, get me regenerated
They don't know how I been feeling lately 223s clear the scene, drop the roof off the ceiling baby
I told her get up out yo feelings baby
I ain't cuffing you and you ain't cuffing me that handled the situation
Imma rock by my niggas
Even if a fist fight, or slinging pistols
Yeah I know my neck right, chain bigger
We came from the same hood, nigga same system
I done watched that fame do it, how it changed niggas
You 'posed to be right here, nigga same pictures
But me and od posted for the camera though
All in the camera, screaming gang gang
Hollering out bitch free Lil Kameo
All my niggas they gon' maintain
'Cause I swear Lil Ro he already rolled

[Outro]
Free my nigga man

[?] tryna rope my nigga on the rico
I swear you he and she know
It's Lil Nine from the block
It's Lil Nine with a Glock
Sour K on the beat
I put a bitch to sleep
Aye-aye-yuh

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