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IRemember
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J.k. The Reaper
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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 where pray I miss my flight back "Oh, f*ck!" 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: "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 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 f*cking clique I f*cked up my life and went and f*cked up shit 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 and I swear my life is a movie And then my nigga turn crazy I was gettin' f*cked 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 f*ck niggas You was riding the wave, and that's why we ain't f*ck with ya, snake nigga Yeah I remember 2013 was the coldest December Wish I could forget it but I don't regret it f*cked around and I f*cked up my credit And I quit my job, moved back to the lost north Smokin' Newports on the front porch Lickin' at the scraps 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 f*ckin' life that I asked for My momma trippin' on me but she who I do it for "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" I remember hittin' corners in the Acura Off two dollars worth of gas, smokin' a blunt My nigga 2Chea in 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 f*ck a name gang stayin' I promise this shit is with me to the grave, to the grave To the, to the grave To the motherf*ckin' grave To the, to the Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
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