What down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't been the same, Nigga say I changed but I only changed my game
I'm in a competition with myself, Gotta do better than last time, they left me for dead
Really came up from the dead, All these designers, they make them forget
I was broke, I was living reckless, There's really nothing in this life I regret
Anything I want, I hustle to get, Had to do it once, I don't have to do it twice
Raise up my price, Niggas get jealous they after my life
Dodge all the haters when I'm on the flight, Straight from the hood, yeah I got it right
Homies I came up with, say I'm the light, Was underrated, I failed to neglect it
I'm feeling the pain and I beat on my chest, Just wanna stack up on all of the racks
Don't really care about who's the best
Was down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, Now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't been the same, Niggas say I changed but I only changed my game
Since I got plugged in by the plug, Winning my only starting point
It ain't enough and I always want more, That's why I be rocking that Christian Dior
Niggas get chrome hearted when money's involved, I'd rather go get all that money shit solved
AMA a, rockstar and a hustler, Spend a couple of racks when I go to the mall
I do not f*ck with that lame shit at all, Now I got it on, we got enough money
I can spend it with all of my dawgs, We eat together, duffle bag like mayweather, And my Prada jacket gat that heavy leather
We already good, it's only getting better, Steady flexing till we hit December
Was down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, Now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't be the same, Niggas say I changed, but I only changed my game
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Mr Bigg - Remember those nights Lyrics
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What down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't been the same, Nigga say I changed but I only changed my game
I'm in a competition with myself, Gotta do better than last time, they left me for dead
Really came up from the dead, All these designers, they make them forget
I was broke, I was living reckless, There's really nothing in this life I regret
Anything I want, I hustle to get, Had to do it once, I don't have to do it twice
Raise up my price, Niggas get jealous they after my life
Dodge all the haters when I'm on the flight, Straight from the hood, yeah I got it right
Homies I came up with, say I'm the light, Was underrated, I failed to neglect it
I'm feeling the pain and I beat on my chest, Just wanna stack up on all of the racks
Don't really care about who's the best
Was down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, Now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't been the same, Niggas say I changed but I only changed my game
Since I got plugged in by the plug, Winning my only starting point
It ain't enough and I always want more, That's why I be rocking that Christian Dior
Niggas get chrome hearted when money's involved, I'd rather go get all that money shit solved
AMA a, rockstar and a hustler, Spend a couple of racks when I go to the mall
I do not f*ck with that lame shit at all, Now I got it on, we got enough money
I can spend it with all of my dawgs, We eat together, duffle bag like mayweather, And my Prada jacket gat that heavy leather
We already good, it's only getting better, Steady flexing till we hit December
Was down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, Now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't be the same, Niggas say I changed, but I only changed my game
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't been the same, Nigga say I changed but I only changed my game
I'm in a competition with myself, Gotta do better than last time, they left me for dead
Really came up from the dead, All these designers, they make them forget
I was broke, I was living reckless, There's really nothing in this life I regret
Anything I want, I hustle to get, Had to do it once, I don't have to do it twice
Raise up my price, Niggas get jealous they after my life
Dodge all the haters when I'm on the flight, Straight from the hood, yeah I got it right
Homies I came up with, say I'm the light, Was underrated, I failed to neglect it
I'm feeling the pain and I beat on my chest, Just wanna stack up on all of the racks
Don't really care about who's the best
Was down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, Now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't been the same, Niggas say I changed but I only changed my game
Since I got plugged in by the plug, Winning my only starting point
It ain't enough and I always want more, That's why I be rocking that Christian Dior
Niggas get chrome hearted when money's involved, I'd rather go get all that money shit solved
AMA a, rockstar and a hustler, Spend a couple of racks when I go to the mall
I do not f*ck with that lame shit at all, Now I got it on, we got enough money
I can spend it with all of my dawgs, We eat together, duffle bag like mayweather, And my Prada jacket gat that heavy leather
We already good, it's only getting better, Steady flexing till we hit December
Was down bad, no one to call, Had to get up, get it done by myself
2, 4, 7, 3, 6, 5 days, I was on my grind, Now I'm really getting paid
Remember those nights, nobody called, Nobody's checking on me at all
Now I got it on, it ain't be the same, Niggas say I changed, but I only changed my game
Writer: Precious Igbudu
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