Memory Lane

Black mask, time to suit up

You ain't a new 9lokknine for the guns, and the Buddha

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 watch my **** hit in different counties, came up like a escalator

I'm tryna serve 'em with a dinner table

How you 'on't even mistaken me, I think you false impersonatin'

They givin' out false allegations

Said I fucked another bitch and got her pregnant with another baby

Really all them **** soldier hatin'

Throwin' dirt up on my name, tryna come up, shit be motivatin'

I been clutchin' on my pistol lately

She got dumb brain, I swear to God this bitch, she got education

She gave me whole affidavit

Fuck a Xan, give me a Addy, I'ma boot, I'm regenerated

They don't know how I been feelin' lately

Two-two-threes clear the scene, drop the roof off the ceilin', baby

I told her get up out your feelin's, baby

I ain't cuffin' you, and you ain't cuffin' me, that how the situation

I'ma rock wit' my ****

Even if we fist-fight or slang pistols

Yeah, I know my **** right

And chain bigger, we came from the same hood, **** system

I done watch that fame, do it how it change ****

You 'posed to be right here, ****, same pistols

But me and Odie posin' for the camera, though

All in the camera, screamin' gang, gang

Hollerin' out, bitch, free Lil' Cameo

All my ****, they gon' maintain'

Look, I swear, lil' yo, he already wrote