Memory Lane (feat. Grips)

Been a long time since memory lane Reminiscing brings back pain Where do we go from here Chronic smoke blurs the years Still shackled in chains Still victim of change Been working so long I done left memory lane Been through hell Still came back Making plays Like a quarterback Rolling up while I steer OG smoke in the air Been a long time since memory lane Reminiscing brings back pain Where do we go from here Chronic smoke blurs the years Still shackled in chains Still victim of change Been working so long I done left memory lane I was a beast Up in the streets Summer to summer I'm coming to eat I was a G R.I.P. All the mothers and fathers of grieve Could've been me Could've been you Didn't really motherfucking matter to me I would agree Sounds kind of fucked up don't it When you a product of B I married to the gram Then smoke another pound of the loud Hear the engines go vroom vroom Po Po coming now nigga run run Those were the days Open the case Go through the judge Don't send me away Send me away Found me a love Now I'm okay Choose my words to manifest shit everyday Found me some space What I'm gone say Ain't up for debate My memory great My memory great Been a long time since memory lane Reminiscing brings back pain Where do we go from here Chronic smoke blurs the years Still shackled in chains Still victim of change Been working so long I done left memory lane