Lyrics




Chill
Man I remember them times
Nigga ain't have shit
Huh, like what we gon' eat?
Like shit, how we gon' heat each other up?
Cold as fuck in here
What if there ain't no light?
Man I remember nigga
Ayy
I remember I was down bad, couldn't get a front
I remember goin' half, two fifty for a blunt
I remember when I put my hand on my first gun
I remember havin' nothin', then a nigga bossed up
I remember I was down bad, couldn't get a front
I remember goin' half, two fifty for a blunt
I remember when I put my hand on my first gun
I remember havin' nothin', then a nigga bossed up
I remember, I remember all them cold ass winters
I remember, I remember all them nights with no dinner
I remember gettin' that pistol scopin' out them niggas with it
We gon' wait until we know they re'in' up and pay a visit
I'm the sickest, after hearin' that some nigga got offended
Fuck they feelings, we want all smoke and we gon' clear the building
My niggas with it, boy you wildin' out and jokin' like Nick Cannon
Get that cannon, we gon' blam him, still shot just like a cannon
Overhead didn't understand it, I should rap this shit in Spanish
In the hood I'm like mechanic, with this tool I'm very handy
'Member we ain't have nothin', 'member days we barely managed
Mama stayed out in them streets, she always hangin' out with Sandy
All this shit I'm dealin' with, it turned a nigga to a savage
Dissin' school and cuttin' classes, robbin' niggas for they glasses
This was way before the rappin', back when I was really active
Now I send them niggas active, stiffin' niggas like a statue
I remember I was down bad, couldn't get a front
I remember goin' half, two fifty for a blunt
I remember when I put my hand on my first gun
I remember havin' nothin', then a nigga bossed up
I remember I was down bad, couldn't get a front
I remember goin' half, two fifty for a blunt
I remember when I put my hand on my first gun
I remember havin' nothin', then a nigga bossed up
I'm havin' visions that the nigga who be with me went against me
Lord be with me, niggas envy, if they try me I'ma send 'em
I'm a sinner, please forgive me, I'm just tryna get a dinner
Had nothin', grew a hunger, how my stomach always empty?
Why my chick always be trippin'? Make me question is she with me
I don't know who I can trust, so many people turned against me
Used to love to see me losin', now they hate the fact I'm winnin'
If this money make 'em hurt, I show this bag and it'll kill 'em
Why you always in your feelings? That be only good for women
Other shit I'm dealin' with like tryna find my nigga killer
Catch him lackin', I'ma down him, took a hitter from his children
You wouldn't understand this pain '
Cause that ain't really how you livin'
Havin' dreams that I'm the victim got me sleepin' with this pistol
Thinkin' 'bout the dirt I did and all the shit that I was into
Nigga booked me for a show, tried to kill me at the venue
Catch me shootin' a video and pull up shootin' out the window
I remember I was down bad, couldn't get a front
I remember goin' half, two fifty for a blunt
I remember when I put my hand on my first gun
I remember havin' nothin', then a nigga bossed up
I remember I was down bad, couldn't get a front
I remember goin' half, two fifty for a blunt
I remember when I put my hand on my first gun
I remember havin' nothin', then a nigga bossed up
I remember



Writer(s): Shawn Patrick Stockman, Wanya Jermaine Morris, Nathan B. Morris, Tim Kelley, Bob L. Robinson Copyright: Songs Of Universal Inc., Aynaw Publishing, Shawn Patrick Publishing, Vanderpool Publishing, Tyme For Flytes Music, Butter Jinx Music



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