J.k. The Reaper IRemember
[Verse 1]
I remember, I remember
My nigga
Seven quarters till we can go to the store for some Ports and then
Get back to recordin' out of state doin' shows
I knew I couldn't afford it, I remember my nigga
Goin' to Cali where pray I miss my flight back "Oh, f..ck!"
But what is home to a nigga that ain't got no home to go to
So, true, my girl missing me, tell her when I get back I'ma show you
She said:
[Chorus]
"All you gotta do is call, baby
Oh you think you know it all, lately
They think they really know who we are
They think they really know who we are"
"All you gotta do is call, baby
Oh you think you know it all, lately
They think they really know who we are
They think they really know who we are"
So let me tell you
[Verse 2]
I remember when I met DJ Drama
Sent him my songs, got no response
Less shocked at the karma, I wasn't alarmed
I expected this shit, shit
I remember when they told me I wasn't shit
Northeast High School, but it wasn't shit
But it's cool, cause that's where I met the f..cking clique
I f..cked up my life and went and f..cked up shit
Bumpin' too much Three 6, woke up at 3, ain't get up until 6, shit
Call my nigga 2Chea pick him up from the boonies and hit parties
It's Sebastian and I swear my life is a movie
And then my nigga turn crazy
I was gettin' f..cked up daily
Coke lines, cigarette smoke leave traces
On tour, still in the hood, that's amazin'
Do you remember?
Living with my brother Clint, his mother going through shit
She made it to heaven, we was going through hell, I felt it
We was them niggas that you could never ever tell shit
Whole bunch of court dates, whole bunch of f..ck niggas
You was riding the wave, and that's why we ain't f..ck with ya, snake nigga
Yeah I remember 2013 was the coldest December
Wish I could forget it but I don't regret it
f..cked around and I f..cked up my credit
And I quit my job, moved back to the lost north
Smokin' Newports on the front porch
Lickin' at the scraps like a sport
Sittin' on the bench, waitin' for my [?] to hit the court
So I can ball and get all the shit I couldn't afford
I want more, shit I want a world tour
Sleepin' on the floor ain't the f..ckin' life that I asked for
My momma trippin' on me but she who I do it for
[Chorus]
"All you gotta do is call, baby
Oh you think you know it all, lately
They think they really know who we are
They think they really know who we are"
"All you gotta do is call, baby
Oh you think you know it all, lately
They think they really know who we are
They think they really know who we are"
[Verse 3]
I remember hittin' corners in the Acura
Off two dollars worth of gas, smokin' a blunt
My nigga 2Chea in the Chevy, rolling down Elm Street
I swear nobody was ready, we was heavy
Stress about the life it'll get better
Stress about the life it'll get better
Call my brother Kane tell him that his f..ck a name gang stayin'
I promise this shit is with me to the grave, to the grave
To the, to the grave
To the motherfuckin' grave
To the, to the
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
