
Remeber me Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2023
Lyrics
All due respect, you got no fuckin' idea what it's like to be number one
Every decision you make affects every facet of every other fuckin' thing
It's too much to deal with, almost
And in the end, you're completely alone with it all
I got money now, ain't no runnin' now
They told me turn it up a lil', bitch, ain't no turnin' down
The ones you see around, that be my gang, for them, I send some rounds
Bro put shit in the ground, you feel a way, then we can bang it out
I don't know who real
I don't know who really there for me and want me killed
Hope these niggas don't think I'm scared of them, gotta keep my steel
Ask my momma, shit get real
Feel like' Obama, put up an all black, two gats , feel like the seals
Better remember me
Gotta get off, this wock its killin' me
Cost me ten apiece to get y'all whacked you sure you wanna beef
I can show you why I be
I been tryin' so hard to get my brother out these streets
I can't leave without my rod, if I die, then that's a team
Niggas can't compete
They wanna be like me
I put in time for this, gotta eat
I got a fine that's dime with me
Told me, Dae you the best, I know what that mean
You tryna get in my pockets
Hell nah, bitch, can't fuck with a leach
Hell nah, niggas can't take defeat before go out, let them feel the heat
Come test me, bitch, no ACT
She say, boy, you slick no Vaseline
She say, boy, that stick came with a beam
She seen racks, she wan get in my jeans
I got opps that ain't did shit to me
Fuck them all, they rest in pee
I got money now, ain't no runnin' now
They told me turn it up a little, bitch, ain't no turnin' down
The ones you see around, that be my game
For them, I send some rounds
Don't put you in the ground
You feel the way, then we can bang it out
I don't know who real
I don't know who really there for me and want me killed
Hope these niggas don't think I'm scared of them
Gotta keep my style
Ask my momma, she get real
For the Obama, put up an all-black to a gas flyer, the seals
I don't know, man
They don't wanna know how he's killin' me
I ain't tell a piece of shit, y'all
You sure you wanna bet
You sure you wanna bet
I been tryin' so hard
My brother, how he split