Deaths

I remember them nights I was dead broke.

I remember them nights I was hungry.

I remember them nights I had plenty friends.

I remember them nights I was lonely.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

I remember them nights I was dead broke.

I remember them nights I was hungry.

I remember them nights I had plenty friends.

I remember them nights I was lonely.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

I remember them night the car window frosty.

Couldn’t trust nobody, coz my bro crossed me.

Tryna get a buzz. Under the bus he tossed me.

That got me grippin a 60.

Can’t trust nobody so I keep it wit me.

Imma say pause coz it’s tucked in my draws, but if it ain’t there then it’s tucked by my kidney.

If u want me come and get me.

I’m every where in the city.

Showin u woes no love. And showin u dudes no pity.

If u want me boy come and get me.

How is u real and u ready to squeal.

Running yo lips bout me poppin a pill.

Mane what’s the deal.

Lil pup sit still coz the big dog is out here for real, so u betta just chill.

I remember them nights I was dead broke.

I remember them nights I was hungry.

I remember them nights I had plenty friends.

I remember them nights I was lonely.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

I remember them nights I was dead broke.

I remember them nights I was hungry.

I remember them nights I had plenty friends.

I remember them nights I was lonely.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

Now I’m getting to the money, ridin round wit it on me.

If I shoot and miss ya limb, man let’s say that’s a good year.

Coz what I fire, stones and boulders can turn to pebbles here.

Michelin man, Goodyear, Firestone, can y’all even hear.

I’m telling wack rappers to retire, just to make it clear.

I’m Scorpion to these woes coz my lines make ‘em “Get Over Here”. (GET OVER HERE)

I figured 4 shots make they legs lock. Call me Rick Flair.

Only reason I keep a pistol. I was raised ain’t shit fair.

I opened Pandora’s Box, looked in, and wasn’t shit there.

If I come to the club wit a chick, believe I’m leaving that chick there.

Treat woes like shoes, toss out the old when I get a fresh pair.

She says she likes my humor, my style, and I got the best hair.

She said, “It’s a lot of dudes around, but u like the best here.

Now I’m back at it. Work on me so I’m backpackin.

Since the high school lunch table I was snack rappin.

Now I’m the chiropractor, because I’m back crackin.

Yo bitch thick wit no ass. Now how did that happen.

I remember them nights I was dead broke.

I remember them nights I was hungry.

I remember them nights I had plenty friends.

I remember them nights I was lonely.