Remy Martin

Look I got too many issues I got too many problems Kill em all w this bottle of Remy Martin I'm talking to all my demons I'm tryna make an agreement For they surface and rip you niggas to pieces im pleading I'm tryna keep the peace but niggas reaching So ima reach But my span like 8'5" Your span like Nate rob And I gotta thank god that I ain't die to be honest Cause in the streets to see the age of 23 wasn't promised And I gotta thank my momma I Don't know if she believe in my dreams of being a rapper Regardless of that I got her I got it Got the game in my pocket Had the key but I threw it away as soon as I locked it Tunnel vision I been chasing my dreams & it seems it's working Just not as much as me been in the lab everyday And listen if I never make it all we got is memories but it's worth it Hood legends shit it perfect