Still Remember

For my brothas I just pray That we make it out of the trenches I remember all them days That I could've been a statistic Black nigga tryna make it out And show em I'm gifted I rap my ass off and I ain't worried bout attention Really came from the bottom Ain't think that I would be living Young nigga but you know The feds really wanna kill you I pray to god I see another day I clutch my pistol Ridin' dirty got one in the head If it's a fuckin' issue I'm straight from the mud No we ain't have no fuckin' tissue Stay solid stay humble That's what's most important to you I got all my dawgs Yes it's that fuckin' simple Yea we had them dreams to f*ck it up No Roddy but we spin too Big dawg in the town No I'm not no fuckin' shitsu Gettin cold up in the winter Warmin' up I'm not no bench dude Really from the trenches Tellin' stories it's some shit too Yea I gotta thank God I overcame what I been thru Know I'm missing my mama I feel yo' soul up in my spirit Steady praying to god Just tryna make the right decisions I ain't have much So all I know is go fuckin' get it I'm a nigga if I want I take It ain't no fuckin' issue What's the real ? I'm from the slums and I ain't have no fuckin' tissue Cried for better days I got too much on my fuckin mental Yea they coming in due time Don't wanna end up in no pickle I'm just working I'm just grinding Tryna beat the fuckin system I remember the days A young nigga a statistic They don't wanna see me win Cause i'm a nigga and i'm gifted I been working on my craft I elevate and keep on winning I'm too deep up in my bag I bought a duffle for the weekend Real nigga street nigga Grew up playing in south central Drug dealers and snake niggas Watch the ones you call yo people I been trained to go And its the damn same for my niggas I'll kill for em Them my brothers And I treat em like my equal Bitch I used to hit licks just for groceries I was starving in the trenches With my niggas we was deep One eat, we all eat That's how you feed ya family I put my all into this music Cus it got me out the streets The day my brother came home I won't forget that memory I told the people trench stories Hope you really feeling me Life been getting too real I been on my lonely Grateful cus I know the lord got me I can't take defeat Know I'm missing my mama I feel yo soul up in my spirit Steady praying to God Just tryna make the right decision I ain't have much So all I know is go fuckin' get it I'm a nigga if I want I take It ain't no fuckin' issue What's the real I'm from slums And I ain't have no fuckin' tissue Cried for better days I got to much on my fuckin' mental Yea they coming in due time Don't wanna end up in no pickle I'm just working I'm just grinding Tryna beat the fuckin' system Know I'm missing my mama I feel yo soul up in my spirit Steady praying to God Just tryna make the right decisions I ain't have much So all I know is go fuckin' get it I'm a nigga if I want I take It ain't no fuckin' issue What's the real I'm from the slums And I ain't have no fuckin' tissue Cried for better days I got too much on my fuckin' mental Yea they coming in due time Don't wanna end up in no pickle I'm just working I'm just grinding Tryna beat the fuckin' system