Remember

Aight man shit
Made Men Nigga

I remember back when
I was just a youngin went to thuggin
Fuck a friend illy blood buzzin
Pocket rocket poppin
Back doe, Bando jumpin
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Look at my ice bright white bite like Mike Ty
Do what the hell I like
Yea you damn right (Damn Right)
Picture perfect kodak gang no snip
She let me lay over like i'm tryna catch a flight
I want a bag now
I cannot back down
Bitch i'm the man now
What you was saying now?
Speak up I beg ya pardon
I Pam a bitch like i'm Martin
Niggas hard when they recording
Shit i'm fly without the boarder
Nigga heart cold as ice baby no vanilla
I see thru u fake thugs Pac at Coachella (I see it)
If you knew baby trust me u would do better
My ambition determines everything i'm a made fella

And that's until the death
Hey we right ones they tryna play us to the left
I never let em box me in what type of shit that
And we not dem kinda guys so can't treat us like we dat.
Aye somebody tell the homie bring the ones out
She in the corner one hand in the air and tongue out
Remember can't get us confused like the rest of them do
Ok you get it
Got it
Fine, ok cool

I remember when a nigga used to clock watch
Waiting on my time that tickin shit do not stop
I got niggas out here livin nightmares
No need to wonder why they hit you wit dem blank stares
Shot my nigga now he livin wit paralysis
Trapppin out a wheelchair now that's some foul shit
It's a race to a M i hope you keepin up
And God watchin all dat dirty shit you sweepin up
I'm on a mission hold up let me get the cash first
You play wit him they drawin blood like it's lab work (I swear)
Aye
They might always want me suit and tie
But i'm not that kind of guy
Tryna tell you fyi
Got my mind on my money
Keep my money on my mind
Keep dem bitches out my pocket
Stay in pocket know the topic
Got my mind on my money
My money on my mind
My ambition determines everything you know the line
Made men h#e

And that's until the death
Hey we right ones they tryna play us to the left
I never let em box me in what type of shit that
And we not dem kinda guys so can't treat us like we dat.
Aye somebody tell the homie bring the ones out
She in the corner one hand in the air and tongue out
Remember can't get us confused like the rest of them do
Ok you get it
Got it
Fine, ok cool

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Fine, ok cool
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Got it
Fine, ok cool

Made me h#e
Made me h#e
Made me h#e
Made me h#e
Made Men!

And that's until the death
Hey we right ones they tryna play us to the left
I never let em box me in what type of shit that
And we not dem kinda guys so can't treat us like we dat.
Aye somebody tell the homie bring the ones out
She in the corner one hand in the air and tongue out
Remember can't get us confused like the rest of them do
Ok you get it
Got it
Fine, ok cool
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Credits
Writer(s): Quantavis Tilley
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