ro – remember me lyrics – z

(feat. bun b & pop)

h*ll yeah n*gg*, ay yo

remember me, when i use to write my rhymes in cl*ss
at d*ck dowling middle school, all them n*gg*z would laugh
telling me i would never make it, cause i rap too fast
i was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scr*ps to cash
remember, how y’all use to chase me home from school
just cause i sported corduroy britches, and pro wing shoes
i use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard
since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard
i remember stressing so hard, i couldn’t keep my focus
my only love was for extras, and overs
f*ck all you n*gg*z, don’t make me slap the f*ck out all you n*gg*z
if it ain’t related to making paper, i ain’t calling you n*gg*z
i bet mo city remember, when i took it over with rapping
51-11 ridgevan, moving that crack b*tch i was stacking
residuals redeemingly, i was raw mayn raw caine
rapidly running my neighborhood, i was the law mayn
‘member when i dropped my first alb*m, in ’98
f*cking with herman fisher, but now that n*gg* hate me he’s a cake
suppose to be mad at me, tal’n bout i owe him some change
n*gg* just mad cause they can’t eat with me, i eat with lil’ james
rap-a-lot mafia my man, y’all remember the maab
this isn’t den-den and z-ro, y’all better remember the squad
two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected
woodfair to missouri city, two block of screwed up texas

[hook: x2]
remember me, i’m the one they laughed at in all my cl*sses
they use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my gl*sses
remember me, the same one they use to call egghead
now i play with fed bread, and sleep on gucci bed spreads

i remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nights
no gas no lights, a ghetto low life
so my flow twice as strong, from the memories
i remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies
see n*gg*z tend to be, down when your bread up
but when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck
yeah i remember that, so you remember this
hard times be my fuel, so i ain’t finna quit
i vividly, remember
craig up in the er, bl**dy getting cpr
so before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory
i endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me
me pop, so many forgot bout
but not i, this for those who remember little popeye
and i remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow
now i’m front and center n*gg*, haters finna do me so

[hook x2]

[bun b:]
sh*t i remember back in the game, it was tough
no matter what a n*gg* had, it was never enough
see if i had five i wanted ten, and if i had ten i wanted twenty
f*ck having some, sh*t i wanted plenty
back in the gap, when i first hit the block
with my first 25, and a hand full of rocks
posted up at samantha house on the west, on the porch
ready to give my n*gg* some work, or give him the torch
i remember telling my t, i wasn’t going to college
and was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge
that broke her heart, and for that i had to go
so i went from the sidelines, to starring in the show
everything came slow, and nothing came fast
most times i was out of luck, and dead on my *ss
but with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a g
i came up, now i’m something to see bun b

[hook x2]

/ z lyrics