I Remember

I remember writing use to put me in my zone Now I write a verse so I keep the muscles in my pen game strong Cuban and they like hold on Who that there rapping Got me thinking this shit Just became my favorite song Remember college days Was sitting in my dorm Chillen with the homies Roll another life was calm. Got me reminiscing reminiscing Bout the bad ones Just cuz growing up I didn’t think that Growing up I didn’t think that I could have one They trying to control me Stay up in my pockets Out here talking bout you owe me Catch me on the gram drink in my hand like my name Toni Grew up in Montana Make some fire macaroni roni Damn Constant thoughts about the paper Like how the f*ck is sitting here with you gon make me greater A nigga talk his shit, soon as I talk the mans a hater Trust me I be moving dolo, hit my line or catch me later catch me later Brooklyn where reside A Oh yeah I'm on Atlantic With my riders by my side A Oh yeah We see em peeking out corner of my eye A Say what Like ain’t that KAYJAY hurry up let’s ask him why Like why like why Like why his diamonds they be drippy Why he be in every city Why his weed forever sticky Roll it up! Like is he fit for the moment Will he he out rap an opponent I do this shit for the show man Don’t give a f*ck Lemme tell a story bout how we work hard Some worship god To reap the benefits Allah I look diamonds in the pockets of the future, war The only thing that’s big enough too kill the shooter Lord Never ok with a fraction Brooklyn niggas quick with a reaction where my bread at niggas, don’t you get to capping (Said) thank you little niggas for acting... Trust we see blue hundreds the fashion Them Margielas looking faker than passion These niggas they be phony How you call em gang Then spin the block the opp ya homie Quick to realize that 6 feet under Ain’t no money to console me Never tryna have my mama lonely Damn constant thoughts about the paper Money ain’t everything but it sure as hell a make a nigga greater Ain’t never had much But food stamps, I innovated Paint the perfect picture of the the warm up From immigrating look cuz Writing use to put me in my zone Now I write a verse so I keep the muscles in my pen game strong Cuban and they like hold on Who that there rapping Got me thinking this shit Just became my favorite song Remember college days Was sitting in my dorm Chillen with the homies roll another life was calm Got me reminiscing reminiscing On the bad ones Just cuz growing up I didn’t think that Growing up I didn’t think that I could have one Insane Insane Play the game Play the game Momma going Poppa going Through the pain Through the pain I remember