I Remember
I remember
Being just a teen
Lurking in the streets
With the little homie
Watching for police
In a ghetto
Where there ain't no peace
Only piece you see
Is tucked in my pocket
It's a rocket
Never lock it
'Cause it's do or die
Daily homicide
You can always run
But could never hide
Grip the .45
'Cause I'm on a mission
Ain't no time for bitching
Trigger happy itching
So don't act suspicious
In my presence
Or return to essence
Learn your lessons
That's the only blessings
From ghetto child
Always stressing
Living in a mess
Smoking on the cess
Slinging crystal meth
Homie, it's the only way
For us to get paid
Fuck minimum wage
Risking to get sprayed
Or locked up in a cage
Look at all this rage
This is everyday
Feeling all this hate
Got not time to wait
Po-po at the corner
Not taking the bait
Turn around
Follow me this way
Hey
Fuck y'all
I remember
Just a little teen
Hella dumb
Horny full of cum
Trying to see wassup
Just a squirrel
Trying to get a nut
Trying to make a buck
Testing all my luck
Never got no hugs
Only drugs
From these thugs
Clutching guns
Stealing funds
Nothing fun
Well, maybe just a little
In the middle
Ain't no riddle
Only bullets riddle
If you make a mistake
In this place
It's a maze
I'm amazed
That I made it
This way
I created
A way
Like a path
An escape
Ain't no god in the sky
Or a magical place
When we die
It's just blank
Got one life
It's your say
Life is what you make it
So go make it
Before somebody takes it
Being just a teen
Lurking in the streets
With the little homie
Watching for police
In a ghetto
Where there ain't no peace
Only piece you see
Is tucked in my pocket
It's a rocket
Never lock it
'Cause it's do or die
Daily homicide
You can always run
But could never hide
Grip the .45
'Cause I'm on a mission
Ain't no time for bitching
Trigger happy itching
So don't act suspicious
In my presence
Or return to essence
Learn your lessons
That's the only blessings
From ghetto child
Always stressing
Living in a mess
Smoking on the cess
Slinging crystal meth
Homie, it's the only way
For us to get paid
Fuck minimum wage
Risking to get sprayed
Or locked up in a cage
Look at all this rage
This is everyday
Feeling all this hate
Got not time to wait
Po-po at the corner
Not taking the bait
Turn around
Follow me this way
Hey
Fuck y'all
I remember
Just a little teen
Hella dumb
Horny full of cum
Trying to see wassup
Just a squirrel
Trying to get a nut
Trying to make a buck
Testing all my luck
Never got no hugs
Only drugs
From these thugs
Clutching guns
Stealing funds
Nothing fun
Well, maybe just a little
In the middle
Ain't no riddle
Only bullets riddle
If you make a mistake
In this place
It's a maze
I'm amazed
That I made it
This way
I created
A way
Like a path
An escape
Ain't no god in the sky
Or a magical place
When we die
It's just blank
Got one life
It's your say
Life is what you make it
So go make it
Before somebody takes it
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Sepulveda
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