Memory Lane - Mistah F.A.B., Dyson

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Just wanted to buy mamma a new house

Looking out ma project windows wanting to move out

Dreaming, wishing consuming watching hoping

One of these labels could hear these raps from ma room

And pressures of balling just from being broke

See them boys on the corner here man they dealing dope

They kids was dope, they cars was dope they girls was dope

But me and mamma was broke

Coke bundles was tempting more fond with the pimping

Both of them consistent destroying destroying ma district

Overwhelmed by the devil taunt

Seen several young sell dope just to carry on

On the corner bragging bout perrion (check)

While they passing bottles

Hood rats with hair done they could pass for models

Man I’m stuck just tryna slide pass the

This the only life that I know (I know I know)

All I know (I know)

Even if you hustling, you struggling

Doing what you can just to come up with rent

All I know (I know)

Driving down memory lane

Causing pain

All ma friends are in jail or slain

Uh, I pray to hustler’s religion

Change God’s word make me feel better about living

Examples, saying God created dope

And I’m thugging on the block man

Cause heaven got a ghetto (in town)

Luxury are being free

Atheist block is shot he yell G.O.D

Hardships are pass time karma flips

Payback from pass crimes life’s a bitch

Hella last time it’s go be the last time

Should’ve been the last time last time

We go cry later but for now it’s the last time

On highway five with five in the pathfinder

Hoping we don’t get pulled over by highway

And they could discover a fat fine

Cause man what’s in the side door of this pathfinder

Could get a nigga twenty five in the pen

No half-time

All I know (I know)

Even if you hustling, you struggling

Doing what you can just to come up with rent

All I know (I know)

Driving down memory lane

Causing pain

All ma friends are in jail or slain

He couldn’t hit your bottle man when you was alive

But you pour liquor out on the day that he died

but friends like these

Make a nigga say why I need enemies

The junkies like the house and the tree

I am legend at night time that never sleep

Nocturnal, the block colonels hot fernos

And corporal tunnel man from counting these n’s

You could text a bitch all day that bible word for words

But can’t write should focus on the pen

Priorities bad morality lost these niggas is fake

Their reality false I’m persecuted like the son of Judas

What I do to do this?

I’m suffering for my father’s sins

Ma mother in heaven ma brother in the pen

I hope God let my father in

All I know (I know)

Even if you hustling, you struggling

Doing what you can just to come up with rent

All I know (I know)

Driving down memory lane

Causing pain

All ma friends are in jail or slain

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