Take the ride with it, take the ride it
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And it was just the other day everything was so good
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Living like yesterday we were chillin in the hood
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Dreaming the bigger things that a younger niggas should
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Wanna take care of the fam we just wishin that we could
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Other day in the dollar stayin chasing the...
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Studios went for hours... like a piranha
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Only was... but loyalty with the honor grind round in the bubble... for drama
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Man I put that on my life that's my motha f*cka dough
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Anything I will... that's the nigga I will call
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Just don't need come and running with that shit clear em all
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... talking he... play...
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Me and... brothers turn like we ain't done it all
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They went then in the studio that's when I got the cope
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And it was all night when I lost ym dough... till these days
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I love my niggas see the pain still remain
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No you watching from heaven now for you nigga came
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So I tell you that you lane show you I'll never change
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... still remain my nigga
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Chorus:
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Don't get a... I'ma push my love
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... few head it so too long...
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I got... more circle oh yes you trust
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Me and my dogs all we got is us
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Poor little nigga get about the...
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My niggas in the... so the sky is...
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But I'll be got the money, the power and the fame
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Shit don't change now we're running memory lane yeah
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Is just me and my doughs... runnin down
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Memory lane and when we lie...
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Is just me and my niggas we're runnin down memory lane
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Got memory lane, talk about runnin down memory lane.
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And I just gotta keep it real I'm telling you how I feel
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Talking before the deal when I was back in the field
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Nigga we used to chill let's... my nigga dale
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And... in the school let's do it for a sale
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We visit in this crib a couple days and we bale
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In a couple of clubs and a couple of girls got damn my nigga
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In the motha f*cker days lord just tell em why you had to take my dough
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They just wanted this car, they just wanted to bowl
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They just wanted to leave frightened by wha he saw
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I was off in the room waiting my nigga call
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When it's the last time that we would even talk
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I told em to be safe in the... my dough
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A acouple hours later got an unexpected call
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My homie he was crying I knew that it was bad
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He told me damn gone, you're lying at your ass
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I call it cell phone but nobody hit em back
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They say that he was shot down to make it right
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He died on the scene that's when I hit my knees
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Begging the lord please heavenly father please
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So listen t the dream tell me how could it be
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Probably because of me, my homie wanted to see
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Then a couple years ago when I lost my dough
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It's tears till this day it's tears continue to foe
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I love my nigga see the pain still remain
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Now you watching from heaven I'm falling... nigga...
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So watch out that your name is show you I'll never change
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But that shit on my chain... is like a flame...
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Chorus:
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Don't get a... I'ma push my love
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... few head it so too long...
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I got... more circle oh yes you trust
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Me and my dogs all we got is us
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Poor little nigga get about the...
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My niggas in the... so the sky is...
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But I'll be got the money, the power and the fame
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Shit don't change now we're running memory lane yeah
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Is just me and my doughs... runnin down
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Memory lane and when we lie...
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Is just me and my niggas we're runnin down memory lane
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Got memory lane, talk about runnin down memory lane.
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Gone but never forgot it
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I had to live my life
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Mama can finally smile
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Pray for a better life
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Just to see me to the tougher nights
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Spoke to my mama just the other day
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I told her only God can make a way
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I'm hearin' tears, they runnin down her face
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Say she fed up with the struggle each and every day
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My step pops he be in the way, too many bills my mama gotta pay
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But know I got us, no doubt about it on granny grave
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They tell 'em bout us, my click ain't coward, you sour made.
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And now they sweat me like under armors & gatorade
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I pray that one day you see me speak at the VMA's
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And me and Khaled we back to back in the latest things
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Throw up the W, we the best is the fucking gang.
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Hard work pays off, go a |