Flex Money - Memory Lane Lyrics

I keep my head in the clouds, memory filled with pain
I bet they wonder how a nigga even stays sane
Everyday therapy wit miss Mary Jane
Foot on the gas, speedin down memory lane

Got mother nature's finest with that Cali kush aroma
A goodie box from California sent down to Oklahoma
Told my bro Xavier when I land up in Dallas
Tell Dijha get her id and sign for that package
Lala gone break it and down and she bag it
Risky transactions so My money stackin
Cookies and wax in the wood got me gaggin
Feelin like a rookie, cause I can't stop laffin
Free bands from trump finna spend it on a pound
4 once's to the face and send the rest outta town
Tryna take mine, send his ass to the graveyard
Bullseye wit the aim but nigga we don't play
209 to 405 bitch u you know I keep it lit
Caught the flight Sacramento shout out to the 916
Niggas start to gossip when ya name the trending topic
Smoking back to back while I'm plotting on a profit

I keep my head in the clouds, memory filled with pain
I bet they wonder how a nigga even stays sane
Everyday therapy wit miss Mary Jane
Foot on the gas, speedin down memory lane

I'm on that gas just speeding down memory lane
Thinking bout how the police did lil James
Shot em 40 times right before his birthday
I hope them face death in the worst way
I really came up in a broken up home
I was the black sheep of the family, me and cuzzin' Rome
They told get yo shit and leave so I ain't coming home
Off the porch at 14 in feeling hella grown
That shit really hurt me, ain't gone lie about it
Put some respect, on my name cause I'll die about it
A nigga disrespecting me, man I can't I allow
Treat my weed like my pistol, I won't ride without it
Nigga think he Superman like Dwight Howard
10 shots I'll give his ass a light shower
I Ain't the hardest nigga but I never been coward
Sweet tooth for the money got these niggas acting sources