I Remember
When you rich you ain't got no neighbors
When you broke you ain't got no haters
To much pride to ask for favors
I'm to loyal to be a trader
May the lord be my savior
Four pocket full I baby her
Yo hoe think I'm fly as hell
Fat rich nigga in YSL
All I rock is fly apparel
I been feeling like a sparrow
Laughin at these fuck niggaz
I feel like I'm will farrow
Everytime I caught a case nigga I was real thorough
P's by the wheel barrel
Chopper bigger than Lil Darrel
Feels like feds on my trail
I seen niggaz turn 12
I can't trust nobody lately
I been smoking hella crazy
Everybody seem Fugazi
All my bitches gettin lazy
They Don't wanna work for this
Boy I had to work for this
Had to sell work for this
Granny went to church for this
Stood out on the first for this
I was popping perks and shit
I was smoking gas and shit
Young and living fast and shit
My bitch only 18 that Lil hoe a half brick
If I don't buy her Duni purses
That lil hoe gon have a fit
We aint been spending time lately
I been on some trapping shit
I been on some stacking shit
Youngin nem been clapping shit
When you rich you ain't got no neighbors
When you broke you ain't got no haters
To much pride to ask for favors
I'm to loyal to be a trader
May the lord be my savior
Four pocket full I baby her
Folks getting more fugazior
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
And I'll be gon until November
They been lyin on me like Simba
I'm in iowa blowin Denver
Used to ride wit it in the fender
Came a long way from the county jail
Looking out that window
That was then but I remember
That was way back nigga way back
Bald fade wit a wave cap
Fat nigga wit a yea sack
Where I'm from you gotta stay strapped
Like a homie The Clown they don't play that
I wanna see my momma in a maybach
My homie fighting a appeal to give a case back
Got a hundred round where da safe at
I had to sleep in the house where the jays at
I had to really really really get it nigga
I had a strong vision since a lil nigga
I was 18 in the kitchen
I was hard headed I ain't listen
I seen some big homies start snitching
Before I go broke I start licking
I want the cash money like the stunna man
I want a few million fuck a hundred bands
Running up a check doing the running man
Ima tax these niggaz like Uncle Sam
I got a trap house with a bunch of plans
I got a bad bitch trying to make a bunch of plans
I don't beef wit niggaz I washed my hands
You gotta watch these niggaz who you call yo friends
I don't no who I can trust no more
Love been feeling like lust on the low
I be strapped when I fuck a hoe
Would you love me if I wasn't up no more
Parlay with a real nigga
Spend all day with a real nigga
I be in the field like a field nigga
When you up they be trying to kill a nigga
When you rich you ain't got no neighbors
When you broke you ain't got no haters
To much pride to ask for favors
I'm to loyal to be a trader
May the lord be my savior
Four pocket full I baby her
Folks getting more fugazior
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
And I'll be gon until November
They been lyin on me like Simba
I'm in iowa blowin Denver
Used to ride wit it in the fender
Came a long way from the county jail
Looking out that window
That was then but I remember
When you broke you ain't got no haters
To much pride to ask for favors
I'm to loyal to be a trader
May the lord be my savior
Four pocket full I baby her
Yo hoe think I'm fly as hell
Fat rich nigga in YSL
All I rock is fly apparel
I been feeling like a sparrow
Laughin at these fuck niggaz
I feel like I'm will farrow
Everytime I caught a case nigga I was real thorough
P's by the wheel barrel
Chopper bigger than Lil Darrel
Feels like feds on my trail
I seen niggaz turn 12
I can't trust nobody lately
I been smoking hella crazy
Everybody seem Fugazi
All my bitches gettin lazy
They Don't wanna work for this
Boy I had to work for this
Had to sell work for this
Granny went to church for this
Stood out on the first for this
I was popping perks and shit
I was smoking gas and shit
Young and living fast and shit
My bitch only 18 that Lil hoe a half brick
If I don't buy her Duni purses
That lil hoe gon have a fit
We aint been spending time lately
I been on some trapping shit
I been on some stacking shit
Youngin nem been clapping shit
When you rich you ain't got no neighbors
When you broke you ain't got no haters
To much pride to ask for favors
I'm to loyal to be a trader
May the lord be my savior
Four pocket full I baby her
Folks getting more fugazior
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
And I'll be gon until November
They been lyin on me like Simba
I'm in iowa blowin Denver
Used to ride wit it in the fender
Came a long way from the county jail
Looking out that window
That was then but I remember
That was way back nigga way back
Bald fade wit a wave cap
Fat nigga wit a yea sack
Where I'm from you gotta stay strapped
Like a homie The Clown they don't play that
I wanna see my momma in a maybach
My homie fighting a appeal to give a case back
Got a hundred round where da safe at
I had to sleep in the house where the jays at
I had to really really really get it nigga
I had a strong vision since a lil nigga
I was 18 in the kitchen
I was hard headed I ain't listen
I seen some big homies start snitching
Before I go broke I start licking
I want the cash money like the stunna man
I want a few million fuck a hundred bands
Running up a check doing the running man
Ima tax these niggaz like Uncle Sam
I got a trap house with a bunch of plans
I got a bad bitch trying to make a bunch of plans
I don't beef wit niggaz I washed my hands
You gotta watch these niggaz who you call yo friends
I don't no who I can trust no more
Love been feeling like lust on the low
I be strapped when I fuck a hoe
Would you love me if I wasn't up no more
Parlay with a real nigga
Spend all day with a real nigga
I be in the field like a field nigga
When you up they be trying to kill a nigga
When you rich you ain't got no neighbors
When you broke you ain't got no haters
To much pride to ask for favors
I'm to loyal to be a trader
May the lord be my savior
Four pocket full I baby her
Folks getting more fugazior
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
Yo hoe think I'm more wavier
And I'll be gon until November
They been lyin on me like Simba
I'm in iowa blowin Denver
Used to ride wit it in the fender
Came a long way from the county jail
Looking out that window
That was then but I remember
Credits
Writer(s): Finn Bjarnson, Ryan Raddon, Joel Thomas Zimmerman
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