I Remember
I remember it was winter time 2008
In december round christmas time I couldn't cop the J's
Mama facing prison time barely had a place to stay
Look myself in the mirror and said I rather be in the grave
That's why till this very day I still scream fuck the state
Fuck the feds fuck the judge he hold a grudge against my race
17 years old with a quarter ounce of yay
Cut that shit up so bad they said it need a band-aid
Live for the 1st and 5th nigga that's a band day
Weon know nothing else thats how we get our rent paid
I was working like a slave call me kunta kiente
Copped a chain and a whip and went and got my shit sprayed
When ya ridin candy paint them hoes fuck the first day
So much crack in the sank I thought we had a earthquake
hit that bit wit the yank the smokers said im first place
plug sent so many chickens went and bought a bird cage
my nigga waitin on a bond nie he got a murder case
and this rap shit aint fun nie they let me in the game
All these pussy niggas done nie stick a fork in em
Just got finished eatin my lunch nie tell me whats for dinner
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
Fuck them niggas and who wit em
If yo wit me or against me ain't no monkey in the middle
And its CBM choppas bricks and money we official
Still wit them same niggas and they dumping off the glissle
Hold up
Them niggas ain't ready to die
In december round christmas time I couldn't cop the J's
Mama facing prison time barely had a place to stay
Look myself in the mirror and said I rather be in the grave
That's why till this very day I still scream fuck the state
Fuck the feds fuck the judge he hold a grudge against my race
17 years old with a quarter ounce of yay
Cut that shit up so bad they said it need a band-aid
Live for the 1st and 5th nigga that's a band day
Weon know nothing else thats how we get our rent paid
I was working like a slave call me kunta kiente
Copped a chain and a whip and went and got my shit sprayed
When ya ridin candy paint them hoes fuck the first day
So much crack in the sank I thought we had a earthquake
hit that bit wit the yank the smokers said im first place
plug sent so many chickens went and bought a bird cage
my nigga waitin on a bond nie he got a murder case
and this rap shit aint fun nie they let me in the game
All these pussy niggas done nie stick a fork in em
Just got finished eatin my lunch nie tell me whats for dinner
Lord forgive me I'm a sinner
Fuck them niggas and who wit em
If yo wit me or against me ain't no monkey in the middle
And its CBM choppas bricks and money we official
Still wit them same niggas and they dumping off the glissle
Hold up
Them niggas ain't ready to die
Credits
Writer(s): Finn Bjarnson, Ryan Raddon, Joel Thomas Zimmerman
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