I Remember Lyrics

Remember growing up in the hood

Them was the good old days

The poverty and wasted talent

Not really my thang

Seen my niggas who could play ball

Go sell they soul

The streets gave us that fast money

And we fell for it

Its a different life when you

Knee deep off in the hood

Not many giving out guidance

So you misunderstood

How you want me to go working for a slave wage

I'm trying to cop me a new foreign

Fuck the old days

Its a different type of life

When you born in the gutter

The world treat you like its sweet

I ain't no fucking sucker

I'm a put in work for whatever I'm trying to get

Never been the type to beg and do the leeching shit

You said you trying to touch a bag

Well go put in the work

The hood taught me a lot shit and some of it hurt

Seen a kid lose her life at the bus stop

I was kid my damn self

But I never forgot

I'm having nightmares

Be daydreaming

I need some peace

Got so much going on in my head

I need relief

I been holding it in

Never knew how to let it go

But this mic feel like therapy

I just let it flow

Remember growing up in the hood

Them was the good ole days

The poverty and wasted talent

Not really my thang

Seen my niggas who could play ball

Go sell they soul

The streets gave us that fast money

And we fell for it

Its a different life when you

Knee deep off in the hood

Not many giving out guidance

So you misunderstood

How you want me to go working for a slave wage

I'm trying to cop me a new foreign

Fuck the old days

Remember dreaming bout a foreign

Trying to get a Benz

You ever wanted some so bad it just swallowed you in

You ever cried about the struggle

Prayed for better days

Never quit before results

Today could be ya day

You ever dealt with racism

I'm talking face to face

That's a pain that cant no liquor ever wash away

You got a talent let them see it

How they posed to know

I was scared to rap

But now I'm out here rocking shows

Its crazy how one choice

Can change ya whole life one day

And what somebody teach you

Can help you or cause you pain

Its crazy how one choice

Can change ya whole life one day

Don't let the pain keep you down

Fuck it get paid

Remember growing up in the hood

Them was the good old days

The poverty and wasted talent

Not really my thang

Seen my niggas who could play ball

Go sell they soul

The streets gave us that fast money

And we fell for it

Its a different life

When you knee deep off in the hood

Not many giving out guidance

So you misunderstood

How you want me to go working for a slave wage

I'm trying to cop me a new foreign

Fuck the old days