Memory Lane
Yeah
Yeah
Word up
This that shit right here, yo
Let's take a trip down in memory lane
Like, word
Feel me, yo
Uh-huh
Yo
Most definitely
I decide to delete those core memories
Especially if a nigga or bitch
Ever tested me
How they pleading out for respect, but they never mention me
This dimension filled with allies
Disguised as our enemies
The regency is full of fake shit
Torment and hatred
While you was out here fornicating
I legislate shit
With pen and paper
And a La Croix water that's key lime
I never hated
Worked more harder
All in the meantime
In these times
When you progress
You look back
Like why did I respond to clowns that's in debt, who sold crack?
And why did I lounge around all these vets who needed my rhymes?
The only set I wanna throw up is the peace sign
Stressed out by rewinds
Fast forwards and pauses
Just trying to get moms a Porsche
When I can really afford it
And the house that's overlooking the water
Michael Stern once told me to work smarter
And not harder
Word to my unborn daughters and sons
I had to grind out the slums
No piece of the pie
Divided my crumbs
One by one
Share losses with a bitch that stabbed me
The love lost
But I still remain peaceful and happy
In my habitat
Had to rap when they did me bad, B
And sadly, it's the fact that all these leeches attached to me
Attracting me
Because I give out more than I take
Some days I wish to drown my thoughts
Pour them out to the lake
This ain't at all for debate
Word up
Let's take a trip down in memory lane
Word
Uh-huh
Let's take a trip down in memory lane
Friends, fakes, and snakes
Nigga, we all have them
The latter two, I couldn't fathom
I only could imagine how long they was standing beside me
Can't attack them
I allowed this to be
But now, I can see
This the present, where the past can reside
But now and then
I think back from inside
I couldn't swallow my pride
Some shit is just better left unchanged
Take a trip through my memory bank
Way down in memory lane
Yo, yo, you could be the man of your word
And still be torn in the flesh
You buy her some diamond pearls
She give the next man neck?
In these ways, I truly don't respect
My life's a wreck, if I'm being direct
I'm going more into depth
Saw that casket shut
Seeing my moms cry
Shattered me up
It's a lot of shit that's still not adding up
They telling me I'm adamant in that such
You only know a piece of my puzzle
Niggas, yo, you capping for what?
I speak on things that I've been through
So it's mostly temperamental
Lot of people passed here
With so much potential in they mental
When my people die it hurts
The pain residing in the worst
I try to maintain
As I rely too much on the church
Sometimes, it don't work
Feeling lonely
I'm giving titles to these fake homies
That only really know me when they monies lowly
I ask God to show me
Feeling below my older self
Just to get to know me
In these times, where people's phony
Healing themselves in these fairy tales
Becoming celibate when things ain't well
But let them touch you when they filled of themselves
This generation's full of Satan, it dwells
And I hate that we created this hell
And yes I said it
Y'all take shit back?
I don't regret it
At this point, I will let my brain map out the sketches
Don't get credit for your work
Until you get in the dirt
Can't smell my flowers under this earth
And I'm feeling this worse
Since pop passed
Verbally, dog
I'm not sad
Heart burning and I'm mad
Only had one dad
I'm still grieving
Yo, I can't believe this shit
This too shall pass?
It just loses meaning, kid
Word
Friends, fakes, and snakes
Nigga, we all have them
The latter two, I couldn't fathom
I only could imagine how long they was standing beside me
Can't attack them
I allowed this to be
But now, I can see
This the present, where the past can reside
But now and then
I think back from inside
I couldn't swallow my pride
Some shit is just better left unchanged
Take a trip through my memory bank
Way down in memory lane
Yeah
Word up
This that shit right here, yo
Let's take a trip down in memory lane
Like, word
Feel me, yo
Uh-huh
Yo
Most definitely
I decide to delete those core memories
Especially if a nigga or bitch
Ever tested me
How they pleading out for respect, but they never mention me
This dimension filled with allies
Disguised as our enemies
The regency is full of fake shit
Torment and hatred
While you was out here fornicating
I legislate shit
With pen and paper
And a La Croix water that's key lime
I never hated
Worked more harder
All in the meantime
In these times
When you progress
You look back
Like why did I respond to clowns that's in debt, who sold crack?
And why did I lounge around all these vets who needed my rhymes?
The only set I wanna throw up is the peace sign
Stressed out by rewinds
Fast forwards and pauses
Just trying to get moms a Porsche
When I can really afford it
And the house that's overlooking the water
Michael Stern once told me to work smarter
And not harder
Word to my unborn daughters and sons
I had to grind out the slums
No piece of the pie
Divided my crumbs
One by one
Share losses with a bitch that stabbed me
The love lost
But I still remain peaceful and happy
In my habitat
Had to rap when they did me bad, B
And sadly, it's the fact that all these leeches attached to me
Attracting me
Because I give out more than I take
Some days I wish to drown my thoughts
Pour them out to the lake
This ain't at all for debate
Word up
Let's take a trip down in memory lane
Word
Uh-huh
Let's take a trip down in memory lane
Friends, fakes, and snakes
Nigga, we all have them
The latter two, I couldn't fathom
I only could imagine how long they was standing beside me
Can't attack them
I allowed this to be
But now, I can see
This the present, where the past can reside
But now and then
I think back from inside
I couldn't swallow my pride
Some shit is just better left unchanged
Take a trip through my memory bank
Way down in memory lane
Yo, yo, you could be the man of your word
And still be torn in the flesh
You buy her some diamond pearls
She give the next man neck?
In these ways, I truly don't respect
My life's a wreck, if I'm being direct
I'm going more into depth
Saw that casket shut
Seeing my moms cry
Shattered me up
It's a lot of shit that's still not adding up
They telling me I'm adamant in that such
You only know a piece of my puzzle
Niggas, yo, you capping for what?
I speak on things that I've been through
So it's mostly temperamental
Lot of people passed here
With so much potential in they mental
When my people die it hurts
The pain residing in the worst
I try to maintain
As I rely too much on the church
Sometimes, it don't work
Feeling lonely
I'm giving titles to these fake homies
That only really know me when they monies lowly
I ask God to show me
Feeling below my older self
Just to get to know me
In these times, where people's phony
Healing themselves in these fairy tales
Becoming celibate when things ain't well
But let them touch you when they filled of themselves
This generation's full of Satan, it dwells
And I hate that we created this hell
And yes I said it
Y'all take shit back?
I don't regret it
At this point, I will let my brain map out the sketches
Don't get credit for your work
Until you get in the dirt
Can't smell my flowers under this earth
And I'm feeling this worse
Since pop passed
Verbally, dog
I'm not sad
Heart burning and I'm mad
Only had one dad
I'm still grieving
Yo, I can't believe this shit
This too shall pass?
It just loses meaning, kid
Word
Friends, fakes, and snakes
Nigga, we all have them
The latter two, I couldn't fathom
I only could imagine how long they was standing beside me
Can't attack them
I allowed this to be
But now, I can see
This the present, where the past can reside
But now and then
I think back from inside
I couldn't swallow my pride
Some shit is just better left unchanged
Take a trip through my memory bank
Way down in memory lane
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Writer(s): Amazi Browning
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