Remember

Look They see that I'm making this music These people that I went to school with Back then I was rapping and some people knew it But some people didn't and now that they view it They saying, they lose it, They bumping my shit while they cruising, they saying it make them go stupid "Hey man I'm fucking with that could be you shit and I had no idea you actually knew Chris" Oh I know I be making them jaws drop, people be saying the songs hot, "Bars are just top notch, I was just bumping that shit in my drop top until a cop stopped me Just to ask me what song's on" But if you think I give half a f*ck then you thought wrong DM's filled up with dead convos, you think it's a hotbox With all the coffins, you hearing that cough cough But I just ain't into the small talk, That type of shit just be making my cock soft, And when you pitching me ideas, I bat them away like I'm hitting a walk off I know I take time, I slow cook the track like a crock pot And I already got me a squad that's gone stop me from sipping like rock salt So you can't do nothing for me Nah And I don't mean to push back more than a sawed-off with the stock off But unless you a hot, blonde thot in a crop top Or a top off tryna get me topped off Then I don't want you jumping on my number like hopscotch You calling me that idea shit get called off Me texting back is a long shot Better yet shoot me a text so you can get your shot blocked, yuh You get left on read I don't even know why the text got sent Last time we talked and the convo went dead, then after that shit you said "Yo that's mean" Shit, you get left on seen Send me a text and the text go green And that's how the rest of the text gone be And I don't answer calls with no caller ID, nah No ID up on the caller (I don't got your number saved) So how the f*ck you tryna holler? (What the f*ck you tryna say?) Remember me when you get dollars? My response is, "I'll remember who I gotta" Yeah yeah yeah I'll remember the people I rap with The people you hear on my track list The people that knew that I had it Way back when they asked me to rap And then after said back to me "that shit was magic" The people I'm with when I light up and pass it And they pass it back and I step back and splash it The people I chilled in the past with That I hardly see, but they stuck in my back and it's Just how it's supposed to be But what I noticed most notably Is that the ones who never noticed me, now they're the ones that posted me And the ones that never spoke with me, now they're the ones that quoting me And the ones that wanted to smoke with me, now they just wanna smoke with me But I ain't rolling a weed or blowing tree with nobody who don't even grow with me Nah And I don't like too many cooks when I go in the kitchen So there ain't no open position, I'm hoping this isn't Too overly dickish But know who I'm dissing This ain't to the people who posting my shit and promoting my writtens No, this for the posters pretending like they're really showing an interest But to all the phonies, I notice the difference, and You get left on read I don't even know why the text got sent Last time we talked and the convo went dead Then after that shit you said "Yo that's mean" Shit, you get left on seen Send me a text and the text go green And that's how the rest of the text gone be And I don't answer calls with no caller ID, nah No ID up on the caller (I don't got your number saved) So how the f*ck you tryna holler? (What the f*ck you tryna say?) Remember me when you get dollars? My response is, "I'll remember who I gotta" Said, I'll remember who I Yeah I'll remember who I gotta, I'll remember who I, yeah I'll remember who I gotta, I remember who I...