Sample Memory Lane by. HMU Music Group

Intro

(Yeah, uh, yeah)

Brown bag lunch, kick it curbside with the squad

Casio bump, static hiss, noddin' hard on the block

Mama yellin' out the window, all she get is a shrug

Sour apple Now and Laters stuffed in my mug

Summertime stuck, sweat stains on my collar

Old heads posted up, bettin' loose change, squalor

West coast sun, east coast heat, both squalid

Snapbacks flipped, middle fingers gettin' wilder

Chant: Backing Vocals

(Ayy, ayy, we was out, we was out)

(Never home, never home, we was gone for the count)

(Strings cry, strings cry, hear that sound)

Life movin' rugged, no slowin' down

Verse 1

Kickin' up dust, park bench with the crew

Double Dutch ropes and a pack of Big Red too

Graffiti shoes, torn jeans, yeah we ran the avenue

Spin a tall tale, fade cuts at the barbershop, true

Hand-me-down jackets, my first pair of Nike

The day I got roasted by Stacy and Mikey

Breaks in the basement, loopin' Jazz like it's likely

Dreamin' coast to coast, that mic always beside me

Talk back to teachers, never cared for a grade

Stackin' up stories, every L got me paid

Now my friends out in Cali and the others on the blade

String swell in my ear, still remember those days

Chorus

Back in the day it was set, corner payphone collect

Memories stick in my head, but the future's a bet

Talkin' loud in the Benz, West to East just connect

Sample swing and the break, got no room for regret

Post-Chorus

Oh, it's real, it's real

Kick back, bounce, just how I feel

Verse 2

Used to bag up in the basement, now it's Gucci on pavement

Homies in fights over tiny-ass payments

Sample flip, string hit, dirty kicks on the pavement

DMV stank, east coast ain't adjacent

Drip on the dash, see 'em watching with suspicion

Breakbeat jumpin', I'm cookin' in the kitchen

Bitch, I’m legendary, my story ain't fiction

Never needed luck, just hustle and ambition

Pre-Chorus

String lines sweeping, the block keep breathing

Old heads teaching what the new kids leaving

Hate don’t faze me, my path ain't deceiving

West wind blow, I’m believing

Chorus

Back in the day it was set, corner payphone collect

Memories stick in my head, but the future's a bet

Talkin' loud in the Benz, West to East just connect

Sample swing and the break, got no room for regret

Post-Chorus

Oh, it's real, it's real

Kick back, bounce, just how I feel