I Remember Lyrics

Yeah

I remember, man, this shit getting out of hand

I remember trappin on that block, (block) trying to get it in

Still 50 grand short, nigga, trying to get a benz

I've been riding solo lately, ain't no need for a friend

They need to free the real gangstas cause these ones pretend

I know my dawg got trial, pray he leave with a win

Anytime I'm seeing low I put that dro in the wind

Drop the top and ride good like a real nigga should

You a real nigga till you in the real nigga hood

Goin hard in the paint, pull that money out the bank

Remember looking through that window, seen him pull up in a tank

And I still don't see no limit, so don't tell me when I can't do

I'm done helping niggas, they won't even tell you thank you

Now I'm feeling like, fuck it, two tears in a bucket

Your name a fuck, nigga, topic I don't wanna touch it

Drop sauce when I walk through, you know these bitches love it

You know slippers count too, you want that chain, you better tuck it

In the city that I'm from built to keep a nigga down

Trust me, I don't know them people, they just see a nigga round

And I don't trust these bitches either, no, they keep a nigga round

I was riding with that heater, serving people through the town

I remember trapping on that block,(block) trying to get it in

I've been riding solo lately, ain't no need for a friend

They need to free them real gangsters cuz these ones pretend

I know my dawg got trial, pray, leave with a win

I remember trapping on that block, trying to get it in

I've been riding solo lately, ain't no need for a friend

Tell them free the real gangsters cuz these ones pretend

I know my dawg gotta try, pray, leave with a win

I know my dawg gotta try, pray, leave with a win

You know I breeze through the streets like leaves in the wind

When I get a chance, I ask God to forgive me for my sins

I could make 50 G's, put them keys in my hand

Who I be, I'm the man, I don't see Uncle Sam

You know I feed off the land, get grands off the gram

You on the feed, on the gram, bout to get wam bammed

Jury sided with the state, they hit him with a grand slam

I remember trapping on that block, trying to get a whole

Posted up at the store, I'm trying to get this shit sold

A Lot Of Niggas told, Lord knows, I won't bet, break or fold

Live by it, die by it, stick it to that g code

I remember crackers on the block, block, trying to take me in

Another 50 grand lost, profit gone, in the wind

26, 27, nigga riding with them twins

Got a 30 and a 50 for dem fuck niggas playin

I got Killers on my left side, killers on my right

Niggas getting left while niggas getting right

A lot of niggas be hoes, I just call it how I see it

I said, fuck it, copped the plea, ain't no way I could've beat it

I'm hoping out with the fie, ain't no way I'm fina leave it

I treat that money like air, bitch, you know a nigga need it

I remember trapping on that block, block, trying to get it in

50 Grand short, I'm still trying to get a benz

My dawg got trial Pray he leave with a win, I'm not even close to family

Why the fuck I need a friend