Mistah F.a.b. Memory Lane Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah
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)

[Hook]
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
[Verse 2]
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

[Hook]
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
[Verse 3]
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

[Hook]
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
Yeahhh!!!
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