Memory Lane - Curren$y

Uh, them niggas couldn’t afford a floormat in my car

'Cause they don’t work this hard

I didn’t get in this shit to be a star

I got in to start a war

And show my loved ones how to live large

Cocaine lines, drop solid gold bars

Never sub-par

Gas in these outer space coupes;

I’m above the law

Razor blades, hundred dollar bills, clean mirrors, shit so raw

She cried when she told me what she saw

Felt like it was happenin' again

To feel another person blood splatter on her skin

Smoked away the pain;

that’s what we did

Didn’t touch her the first couple times we chilled

I figured it’d be better if we build

Plot up a hustle, we can get away from here

The memories, murdered enemies

Princess from the trenches.

She was meant for me

(Make it when you’re down)

(Make it when you’re down)

(Make it when you’re down) See somethin' in ya, mama, we can make millions

(Make it when you’re down) See somethin' in ya, mama, we can make millions

Yeah, yeah

Uh, Bonnie &Clyde

Money hungry and high

The corporation never die

Lighters to the sky

I done spent house money on that car I drive

The Rolls Royce smooth as Marvin Gaye voice

Floatin' on the interstate, vocals on them ADAT tapes

Classical recordings of the late-great

Understand so we don’t really have to say too much

It’s far strange to telepathically communicate

Behind closed doors, we fuck hard and count cake

Find another play to make

A route to escape

I could only love a hustlin' ass bitch

Resetting the table, washing the plates after she make sure we ate

Stay loyal, I make sure you straight

Every bitch I had before you was fake

At least that’s what you say

I may stray away from home, but I never lose my way

(Make it when you’re down) Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Make it when you’re down)

See somethin' in ya, that’s that 420 vision

Light that shit, babygirl, we could make millions

(Make it when you’re down) Yeah, yeah, yeah

(Make it when you’re down)

I had a few bad bitches, but you different

I see somethin' in ya, that’s that 420 vision

Light that shit, baby, we could make millions