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Rolling down memory lane See the things that I could've changed Rolling down memory lane See the things that I could've changed I should've been way too careful for you I didn't wanna hurt you Stepped out the motherfucking block and now I'm traumatized Y'all cant handle shooters when they come outside They might get it popping popping for the day Nothing in my city can be glorified Every single thing they do in oversize I can't go to work without an overdrive Mama on the phone and she's overseas I can't tell her shit or shell get fortified Mobbing in the west got us formalized Everything is blurry get it colorized Colorado flows I'm in columbine Cross that border I'm gone call the ties Call the squad call it bonified Watch it go swerve in a foreign jeep Drop a soul versed they need more of me I need more, I need more more, open these They won't let me in without a tap on me This that 2 4 hour drama, in the city, I know trauma Everybody got they're come up Tryna handle what they wanna Get in debt, switch up commas Fuck up a check, Benihana Yet they see me as a threat I might mob it out in Gaza Oh they shoot the ones who look like me Wait a minute They might shoot everybody right now Watch out watch out Ay watch out They might shoot you boy