Remember

Yeah, Yeah
Ayyee
King shit

Aye, I come for the money I'm pick'n up another bag
Yeah yeah
You niggaz can't get nothin' from me, 'member I was down bad
We was fucked up
Aye, I come for the money I'm pick'n up another bag
Pick up another
You bitches can't get nothin' from me
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember

No food in the 'fridge
Daddy was gone
Like he forgot he had kids
Forgot he had kids
We struggled for ends
Momma was pray'n her eyes full of tears
Lord please let the Stamps come on time
The main thing on her mind
We was still poor when I was 9
Get'n WIC, takin' Wheaties inside to eat
The school was Martin Luther King, right across the street
Lawrence
Gon' get it Blood, toss the heat
He push'n it now they want Mafia beef
Until he wind up in a coffin though
Told me stay on the Honor Roll
Smokin' Cat Piss, dog'n hoes
I never passed Graduation, nope
Yeah OG Clarence had niggaz punch'n
No Everlast
And my dope be punch'n like a scammer
We got premium refer
That better gas
Wood grain with the leather dash
Came from nothin' I swear to God
Never sweat her tell her get a job
Down bad, I was livin' hard
Now I'm livin' large, push the whip when it charge
Came a long way from stolen bikes
When Momma couldn't even afford the mic
My world was scarier than Poltergeist
Serial killers used to roam at night
Cocoa puff'n usually smokin' pipes
Got a brick of rose, wit' no advice
Country Chris died
Shit fasho ain't right
I still be pitch'n
Like I'm Nolan Ryan
And fuck the Opps
They know the time
Be wit' sleaze
I don't know slime
I be wit' Sleaze
I don't know no Slime
We Uptown, heard my 'ex press
I elevated like the '4 line'
And bitch I'm higher than DMX
We came off the work now we the best
DJ Khalid said I need a ref 'cause
You niggaz foul and I ain't even check
Work comin' in now "Let's get it!"
Let's get it
Special delivery like I'm G-Dep
Bang ya bitch like I decep'
Then I play her, no recess
I might buy a K
Then call it Kim
But I ain't bought me no Yeezys yet
.9 Taurus 4-feezy and a tech
I'm wave-running keep the GS Lexus
Yeah yeah
I used to bubble off the BMX, no X-Games
You can't trick the connect
Bubble up, bubble up
You can't, you can't do that
Watch your move scrap
I used to bubble off the BMX, no X-Games

You can't trick the connect
Adelaide did the best she could
Dad was a fiend, he was sell'n the food
It was razor scrapes and residues
On the same plates as our vegetables
Stale cottage cheese blend't wit' Elder Root
Had'm skydiving, no parachute
Boot-worked the snow, it was weatherproof
I switched the treatment, now it's bearing fruit
I dedicated my adolescent youth to
Never wear'n orange and blues Syracuse
In a macropod wit' all the kangaroos
Just to come home built like Terry Crews
Not the Quetzacoatl outta El Kuluwm
Adelaide saved me from inherent doom
She was burning sage in the vestibule and
Send'n prayers in a hot air balloon
Say boy
Pack'n the bags for the travel pick'n up luggage
Glow'd up now all of my crushes throw'n me buttocks
Look bitch now blow dick, blow secondhand smoke
Then blow budgets
Knock a nigga off his grind no that's what they wasn't
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Lotsa nightmares of bars slamming in that dungeon
Powerless to keep primeval off of my munchkin
Pocket full of drugs at the cookout, I'm that cousin
I'm that bousin
A nigga either family or rice with the liver and onions
That's food

Aye, I come for the money
I'm pick'n up another bag
Yeah yeah
You niggaz can't get nothin' from me, 'member I was down bad
We was fucked up
Aye, I come for the money
I'm pick'n up another bag
Pick up another
You bitches can't get nothin' from me
Remember
Remember
Remember
Remember



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Writer(s): Wes King
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