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j.k. the reaper – iremember lyrics

[verse 1]
i remember, i remember
my n-gga
seven quarters till we can go to the store for some ports and then
get back to recordin’ out of state doin’ shows
i knew i couldn’t afford it, i remember my n-gga
goin’ to cali where pray i miss my flight back “oh, f-ck!”
but what is home to a n-gga that ain’t got no home to go to
so, true, my girl missing me, tell her when i get back i’ma show you
she said:

[chorus]
“all you gotta do is call, baby
oh you think you know it all, lately
they think they really know who we are
they think they really know who we are”
“all you gotta do is call, baby
oh you think you know it all, lately
they think they really know who we are
they think they really know who we are”
so let me tell you

[verse 2]
i remember when i met dj drama
sent him my songs, got no response
less shocked at the karma, i wasn’t alarmed
i expected this sh-t, sh-t
i remember when they told me i wasn’t sh-t
northeast high school, but it wasn’t sh-t
but it’s cool, cause that’s where i met the f-cking clique
i f-cked up my life and went and f-cked up sh-t
bumpin’ too much three 6, woke up at 3, ain’t get up until 6, sh-t
call my n-gga 2chea pick him up from the boonies and hit parties
it’s sebastian and i swear my life is a movie
and then my n-gga turn crazy
i was gettin’ f-cked up daily
c0ke lines, cigarette smoke leave traces
on tour, still in the hood, that’s amazin’
do you remember?
living with my brother clint, his mother going through sh-t
she made it to heaven, we was going through h-ll, i felt it
we was them n-ggas that you could never ever tell sh-t
whole bunch of court dates, whole bunch of f-ck n-ggas
you was riding the wave, and that’s why we ain’t f-ck with ya, snake n-gga
yeah i remember 2013 was the coldest december
wish i could forget it but i don’t regret it
f-cked around and i f-cked up my credit
and i quit my job, moved back to the lost north
smokin’ newports on the front porch
l!ckin’ at the scr-ps like a sport
sittin’ on the bench, waitin’ for my [?] to hit the court
so i can ball and get all the sh-t i couldn’t afford
i want more, sh-t i want a world tour
sleepin’ on the floor ain’t the f-ckin’ life that i asked for
my momma trippin’ on me but she who i do it for

[verse 3]
i remember hittin’ corners in the acura
off two dollars worth of gas, smokin’ a blunt
my n-gga 2chea in the chevy, rolling down elm street
i swear n0body was ready, we was heavy
stress about the life it’ll get better
stress about the life it’ll get better
call my brother kane tell him that his f-ck a name gang stayin’
i promise this sh-t is with me to the grave, to the grave
to the, to the grave
to the motherf-ckin’ grave
to the, to the
yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

- j k the reaper lyrics

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