Remember Days
Remember days, I was tryna get the money
Remember days, I was always fucking hungry
Remember days, I was always fucking broke
Now I'm tryna get the dough
Remember days, I was tryna get the money
Remember days, I was always fucking hungry
Remember days, I was always fucking broke
Now I'm tryna get the dough
Remember she turned me down yeah I remember that
I keep my fucking bros on my fucking back
Ain't nun' shit changed with my fucking bros
And if you run up on me they gon' let it blow
I call up Nach, he got a fucking pole
I call up Ped, Isa yeah they bring the hoes
I call up Chino he gotta count them rolls
I call up Daniel we pull up to the store
Yeah they my niggas, and that shit don't change
I'm with Criss skurrin' off in that fucking range
Aye, Aye shooting shit with no aim
Goofy nigga you can't hang you a lame
Remember posted on the block with a mop
And I got that fucking swisher in my sock
Yeah, 'cuz these niggas they some opps
Yeah they they fucking with the cops
She left me on read now she tryna give me head
Told her hell no 'cuz I'm tryna get this bread
Now she tryna be with me 'cuz she seen I got that green
I think that she choosin' probably 'cuz I'm rapping
I'm with my niggas skurrin' off, in a foreign
Man that bitch so, fucking borin'
She can't get me 'cuz I'm snorin'
Sippin' on this lean ballin' like Jordan
Or I feel like Kobe
Shooting like Ginobili
Better put me in the league
You fucking with King Rami you gon' end up missin'
Remember days, I was always fucking hungry
Remember days, I was always fucking broke
Now I'm tryna get the dough
Remember days, I was tryna get the money
Remember days, I was always fucking hungry
Remember days, I was always fucking broke
Now I'm tryna get the dough
Remember she turned me down yeah I remember that
I keep my fucking bros on my fucking back
Ain't nun' shit changed with my fucking bros
And if you run up on me they gon' let it blow
I call up Nach, he got a fucking pole
I call up Ped, Isa yeah they bring the hoes
I call up Chino he gotta count them rolls
I call up Daniel we pull up to the store
Yeah they my niggas, and that shit don't change
I'm with Criss skurrin' off in that fucking range
Aye, Aye shooting shit with no aim
Goofy nigga you can't hang you a lame
Remember posted on the block with a mop
And I got that fucking swisher in my sock
Yeah, 'cuz these niggas they some opps
Yeah they they fucking with the cops
She left me on read now she tryna give me head
Told her hell no 'cuz I'm tryna get this bread
Now she tryna be with me 'cuz she seen I got that green
I think that she choosin' probably 'cuz I'm rapping
I'm with my niggas skurrin' off, in a foreign
Man that bitch so, fucking borin'
She can't get me 'cuz I'm snorin'
Sippin' on this lean ballin' like Jordan
Or I feel like Kobe
Shooting like Ginobili
Better put me in the league
You fucking with King Rami you gon' end up missin'
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Writer(s): King Rami
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