Can You Remember

Can you remember the rain Can you remember the rain Yeah, yeah, yeah I need you Make them shout Yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Just thought I'd by the way, bitch, I'm up on the mode What f*ck, don't try to call that phone, nigga, don't clip your toes And all these hoes tryna send lil' Jeff Beats a clip, nah, I don't hoes Said about the way, though, get emotional, nice time, though It's all my time, I go three miles and down like Pharrell, yeah Came up far from different hills, they sacrificed so it made it to mine And I'm thanking God, you know, like all the ways he had my plan I'm staying on guard, the way he said my prayers, bitch, I can't say it again Nigga, I'm at that level where I ain't going around, cause these niggas, they tell What's your problem? For real, these niggas tryna catch up, tryna sell my jam Nigga, I'm top bad, that hoe, he oughta 12, now I'm caught a spell They told me to spare your future, am I right? And I think I'm down And I'm in the downtown where I put like 600 Man, I ain't got fast shit, in the town like fucking money Run the bitch, it's shinin, diamond, play that shit, you lose, just love it Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Want my life ahead, want my fucking life again First line, I made a twin, second son, they made a hand Ain't feel what I said about it, ain't your mind You gotta get that pulse, I want mine in a fine I ain't got no fan, bitch, you know, so I ain't here to show We ain't seen this shit forever, just as long as I been dropping, though Bet the bank, it's time, though, I was lit, it kinda cold I ain't sad, don't want my ass for nothing See my face, so this shit got sad, cryin' here, so this shit again Had my man, so I had a sign, every day, I'ma do my damn Fast shit, I'm on the mountain, and they don't know Y'all know I'm about to hit a straight 12, and I went and caught the scar Bitch, they from that crib, lost that chalice, bitch, that shit is dark Motel, that shit went hard, stabbed my paper, I think it's dark Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh What they want my head, and I don't want me I'm thanking God every day that he changed me Every time I peace, man, he tip the bitch, I'm paying fee I'm tryna, I ain't paying for no vision around me Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh They driving so much shit Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh And this album just off the grid It's off the grid, so I wanna make a hundred piece One finger up on my feet, two hundred underneath And casket fresh, the beast, 12 o'clock, my mama's queen Yeah, I'm the king I really shoulda done that Shit, man, I don't choke, f*ck And the girl, I'm too much shit for this shit, man I don't even have my fucking plan They think that I don't have a fucking plan When you see this shit, they call my gang