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Yup, yup Bitch, I remember that Yup, hear me out Hear me out, hear me out, hear me out Back when I needed my paper up They never gave a fuck Told me my shit was beginner's luck Shit, I'm still here as fuck I ain't got time for no new friends I just need new fans Money exposes your true friends And I got me some new bands So I'm tyin' up loose ends And I'm makin' some new plans And I'm settin' some new trends I'm bakin', I'm bakin', I'm cakin' And you bitches too bland, take my two hands Made magic, go get it, said I can't have it Bitches phoney and I can't bag it And I don't need it if I can't cash it, no I gave a fuck about the law Ain't no option but to ball Hall of fame, hall of fame I need my jersey on the wall Game time, game time Letras de cancionesFuck you I take mine You bitches need some new bundles No hang time, hang time Do you remember that ? Rememeber they told me that my shit was average Yo, who could remember that? Now my shit poppin', I'm posin' for camera Yea, I remember though Remember they told me this shit wouldn't happen I swear I remember, hoe 'Cause now my shit crackin', they hop on the wagon but still I remember though Do you remember, hoe? Shit I remember though But you just a simple hoe I'm glad I ain't listen though But still I remember, hoe Yea, I remember, hoe Yea, I remember, hoe Yea, I remember, hoe Remember they told me to stop rappin' Silly bitches told me stop trappin' Stand out now we outstandin' Made manoeuvres now we got the action Went from a gram to a zip Zips flipped into a couple Ps Savage bitch, you can't smoke for free Now a bitch is up from a couple trees Who can fuck with me Elevator, elevator To the top hella paper Skyline my time Bitches dyin' respirator Flatline, flatline Flatline, flatline I ain't change the game, that's fine Stat line, stat line Show these bitches how to win it Independent can't pretend a bitch ain't did it You can say that I assisted grind precision Shine consistent, bitch, I'm different Funny how these bitches get amnesia Now I'm hot as fever, please, believe it Kill these bitches off like I'm the reaper Blowin' reefer guarantee, I'll eat ya Do you remember that ? Rememeber they told me that my shit was average Yo, who could remember that? Now my shit poppin', I'm posin' for camera Yea, I remember though Remember they told me this shit wouldn't happen I swear I remember, hoe 'Cause now my shit crackin', they hop on the wagon but still I remember though Do you remember, hoe? Shit I remember though But you just a simple hoe I'm glad I ain't listen though But still I remember, hoe Yea, I remember, hoe Yea, I remember, hoe Yea, I remember, hoe From Letras Mania