Rick B. - I Remember.... Lyrics

I step up on the scene, makin' movies I remember the days, pullin' up in a hoopty
The bitches still flocked, cause the whole gang was groovy
Swag make a bitch tap her friend like, who he
I remember niggas had five on the bag, we was strugglin'
No matter how we got it, bitch we got it, we was hustlin' Parents always gone, in my crib, we was bussin em
Had them call me Tre P, I ain't answer to my government Who f*ckin' with, West 3, still here and runnin' shit
Baby boy done grew up, now this grown man give your mother dick
The crazy part is how she text the group chat, how she lovin' it
Don't ever think it's sweet, catch diabetes from this rubber grip
Bars from the north, but I deliver on some southern shit Talkin' kinda cold, but the song is on some oven shit
Boy still shootin', they forgot I had another clip
One full of weed and I'm about to roll another zip
Bitch
Hold up, who f*ckin' with the gang? Who talkin' kinda dirty
And what niggas in this lane, so I can clearly clear them out
And I can show we ain't the same, I heard that niggas movin' crazy
Well this 40 make you sane, my nigga, I just do my thing
I mean, man, I'm just too damn flame, I mean man, obviously
This kush got talkin' like I'm Wayne
When I say my kicks are fly, that means I'm walkin' on a plane
Now watch me get this bitch on track
Like I'm conductin' for a train I mean, I barely like bein' in pictures
Bein' surrounded by whispers Monster visions turnin' niggas religious
Gasoline feet, nigga, as I ran across bridges
Bullet lines with the lyrics, get your name on the hit list
Hey, my presence was a gift, well, consider this Christmas
I know you think you on the way, but I assure
There's a difference
Failure's not an option, bruh, there's no other mission
Rick B, bitch, you played wrong, now you missin
Motherf*cker
Its still f*ck em all though I know why you mad, man
I see the bullshit all the time, man There's nothin' I could do about it at this
Point That's crazy
We ain't even where we wanna be and I still see the bullshit
Imagine, imagine You ain't gotta imagine for long, f*ck these
Niggas I think I'm gettin' out of here, I'm sick
I'm f*ckin' out of here, I'm f*ckin' out of here, I'm f*ckin' out of here
It's Rick, it's Rick