Remember (Radio Edit)

I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wanting to be a trapper
I remember wanting the things I have now
Never knew that none of this shit really mattered
I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wantin to be a trapper
Never judge a book by its cover
When you could be
Getting sentenced in the chapters

Came up on 8-Ball and MJG
Bun B and Pimp C
Three-6, Playa Fly, and Master P
As a Juvenile, I wanted
Cash Money with No Limit
Get Rich or Die Trying
Trap or Die, just to get it
I'm willing, but not ready to die like Biggie
Even if it's Me Against The World
Like Pac, I aint tripping
Trying to dodge penitentiary
And the cellblock
They say It's Dark and Hell Is Hot
But they don't call me Mac
Cuz I was Shellshocked
Worked summers with my pops
To cop the new shit
Knew I was hustler before
Hov dropped the Blueprint
Now a days designer labels
All over my shoe print
I remember wanting it
Now I got it and it don't do shit
You ever depressed in designer?
I'm talkin true s***
Just to impress some mxthafxckas
You never knew, s***
I really don't do nothing without my heat
I'm like a glue stick
I still remember wanting to be a rapper
Listening to Trap Muzik

I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wanting to be a trapper
I remember wanting the things I have now
Never knew that none of this shxt really mattered
I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wantin to be a trapper
Never judge a book by its cover
When you could be
Getting sentenced in the chapters

On The Outside Looking In
Rappers wanted to be Pachino (Scarface)
Running plays at the Port of Miami (Rozay)
Like Dan Marino
RIP my homie Dre
But he ain't f*** with The Chronic
Only thing I knew he wanted
Was a woman and some money
Hot Boy, Get It How You Live
Off the block boy
On Tuesdays and Thursdays
Watch for the sweep from the narcs boy
In the Projects like Pat, Mista Don't Play
Witnessed some atrocities I won't say
Down For My N*****
I knew I would see C-Murder
Set the tables, brought the food
And the plates like a server
I got nig in jail
I got nigga at Yale
I always stayed down
But I got up when I fell
All of us wanted Ms
Some of took the Ls
No matter the circumstance
All of us gon prevail
For real, I just wanna be Happy like Pharrell
Getting all the shit I wanted
Still didn't change how I feel

I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wanting to be a trapper
I remember wanting the things I have now
Never knew that none of this shit really mattered
I remember wanting to be a rapper
I remember wantin to be a trapper
Never judge a book by its cover
When you could be
Getting sentenced in the chapters