NAK - Remember

Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos
All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough
All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow
Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos
All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough
All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow
See, I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fours
I wanted a grill a cuban link had dreams of rollies all froze
And I ain't want no skinny jeans, young nigga wanted J-Bos
Strike a pose, throwin' fours, and then we mob on the floor
Na, Na, Na hoe (hoe)
Hoe close that door, finna light up and smoke
Na, Na, Na trick (trick)
Light that bitch
Grab the bic real quick
Rise above the bullshit
I know I never change, learn to swang, change lanes
Smoke propane
Pops move than cocaine, never been the same
Nigga like me can't be tamed
Just sit back and watch me work
I'm finna make em' all trip
Now let me get two pair
You know my ones all white when I step
I separate myself from niggas that be runnin' they lips
See, I been on a mission, gotta make that money double flip
So y'all lost, and I'm a ball at all costs
I see my neck start to frost, and then my ears start to frost
They say you pay what it costs to turn yourself into a boss
You know I gotta let you know, nigga, I'm from the South
Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos
All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough
All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow
Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos
All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough
All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow
Now, look, we ain't been gettin' along
But she won't talk on the phone
You said you wanna get her gone
But you was scared on the phone
Nah, nigga wanna get me gone
As he said on the phone
Said he was tryna throw stones
In a brand new, happy home
Look, niggas gon' talk that talk
Pops told me he just rapped what I thought
Let a young nigga just rap on the thoughts
Gon' rap my shit when I'm dead and gone
Nigga, don't call my phone
Niggas get drunk, now I'm standin' on my own
Livin' in my grace, now I could've did you wrong
Justify saying you was chillin' in the zone
Know some dirty, south young niggas
That got it out the mud
Really ball like they spud, nigga
Florida boy got the gold on his teeth
Know he gettin' money by the flood
Texas nigga with them subs, nigga
You can see that smoke when that dough swang
Niggas gang, gang, but I be chillin' on my own thang
Some niggas turn to athletes
Some niggas get exposed
We livin' in the world
Just about anything goes
It's gettin' weird in here
Niggas start to poke out they chest
See, I can set it off like Boosi
I can be Kanye West
Sit back and watch the world stress
While I chill in my jet
Just watch the questions go unanswered
Cause I never address
Now I remember being a youngin' wanna ride twenty fos
All the bitches gettin' low, tryin' to fuck for the dough
All my niggas throwin' fours, now what the fuck goin' on
I can't be trickin' off no bitch, I need my money to grow

Written by:
Nakia Sapp

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