Memory Lane lyrics

[Intro]
Sour K on the beat, yuh

[Verse 1]
White mask, time to suit 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 an elevator
I watched my n*gga hit in different counties, came up like a escalator
I'm tryna serve 'em, where the dinner table?
How he on and you mistakin' me? I think you false impersonatin'
They givin' out false allegations
Said I f*cked another b*tch and got her pregnant with another baby
Really all these n*ggas soldier hatin'
Throwin' dirt up on my name, tryna come up, sh*t been motivatin'
I been clutchin' on my pistol lately
She got dumb brain, I swear to God, this b*tch, she got education
She gave me a whole affidavit
f*ck a Xan, give me a Addy, I'ma boot, I'm regenerated
They don't know how I been feelin' lately
223s clear the scene, drop the roof off the ceiling, baby
I told her, "Get up out your feelings, baby"
I ain't cuffin' you and you ain't cuffin' me, that's how the situation
I'ma rock 'bout my n*ggas, even if a fist fight or slingin' pistols
Yeah, I know my neck right, my chain bigger
We came from the same hood, n*gga, same system
I done watched that fame do it, how it changed n*ggas
You 'posed to be right here, n*gga, same pictures
But me and OD posted for the camera, though
All in the camera, screamin', "Gang, gang"
Hollerin' out, "b*tch, free Lil Kameo"
All my n*ggas, they gon' maintain
'Cause I swear, Lil Yo, he already rolled
[Outro]
Free my n*gga, man
The system tryna rope my n*gga 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 b*tch to sleep
Ayy, yuh
Sour K on the beat, yuh