I Remember

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