IRemember

[Verse 1]

I remember, I remember

My nigga

Seven quarters till we can go to the store for some Ports and then

Get back to recordin' out of state doin' shows

I knew I couldn't afford it, I remember my nigga

Goin' to Cali with Premeir, missed my flight back home, fuck

But what is home to a nigga that ain't got no home to go to

So, true, my girl missing me, tell her when I get back, I'ma show you

She said:

[Chorus]

"All you gotta do is call, baby

Oh you think you know it all, lately

They think they really know who we are

They think they really know who we are"

"All you gotta do is call, baby

Oh you think you know it all, lately

They think they really know who we are

They think they really know who we are"

So let me tell you

[Verse 2]

I remember when I met DJ Drama

Sent him my songs, got no response

Less shocked at the karma, I wasn't alarmed

I expected this shit

Shit, I remember when they told me I wasn't shit

Northeast High School, but it wasn't shit

But it's cool, cause that's where I met the fucking clique

I fucked up my life and went and fucked up shit, mmm

Bumpin' too much Three 6, woke up at 3, ain't get up until 6, shit

Call my nigga 2Chea, pick him up from the boonies and hit parties

It's Sebastian, I swear my life is a movie

And then my nigga turn crazy

I was gettin' fucked up daily

Coke lines, cigarette smoke leave traces

On tour, still in the hood, that's amazin'

Do you remember?

Living with my brother Clint, his mother going through shit

She made it to heaven, we was going through hell, I felt it

We was them niggas that you could never ever tell shit

Whole bunch of court dates, whole bunch of fuck niggas

You was riding the wave, and that's why we ain't fuck with ya, snake nigga

Yeah, I remember 2013 was the coldest December

Wish I could forget it but I don't regret it

Fucked around, and I fucked up my credit

And I quit my job, moved back to the lost north

Smokin' Newports on the front porch

Lookin' at the strap like a sport

Sittin' on the bench, waitin' for my [?] to hit the court

So I can ball and get all the shit I couldn't afford

I want more, shit I want a world tour

Sleepin' on the floor ain't the fuckin' life that I asked for

My momma trippin' on me but she who I do it for

[Chorus]

"All you gotta do is call, baby

Oh you think you know it all, lately

They think they really know who we are

They think they really know who we are"

"All you gotta do is call, baby

Oh you think you know it all, lately

They think they really know who we are

They think they really know who we are"

[Verse 3]

I remember hittin' corners in the Acura

Off two dollars worth of gas, smokin' a blunt

My nigga 2Chea had the Chevy, rolling down Elm Street

I swear nobody was ready, we was heavy

Stress about the life it'll get better

Stress about the life it'll get better

Call my brother Kane tell him that his fuck a name gang stayin'

I promise this shit is with me to the grave, to the grave

To the, to the grave

To the motherfuckin' grave

To the, to the

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