Internet Money - I Remember (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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Internet Money - I Remember (en) Lyrics
by RentAnAdviser.com
I can tell you what I've done
been through (Been through)
Now I done made my way
back in the coupe
I ain't tryna make it back in the news
I remember when the water bill was due
So fucked up, I'm sippin'
water with the juice
In the trenches, I was taught
to kill and shoot
I just want a lot of water
on my wrist, in the coupe
Banana clips, I got a .40 on
my hip, came with the zoo
I was taught to get the money,
so I started skippin' school
Took losses in my trenches,
I can't cry no more
All this pain inside my body, I
can't hide no more (Uh, uh)
Fucked up in my mind, a nigga
been poppin' Percocets
I've been sippin' on this syrup,
I ain't tryna hurt or stress
A lot of people pull me a lot of ways
Why you runnin' after my dollars, bae?
Wanna hop inside the rocket, away
Tryna get these people out of my face
You ain't even tryna know me, you
just want my bag, lil' nigga
I grew up in the trenches,
with gorillas
Niggas know that I'm really
from the ghetto
I told shorty "Get off me",
she tried to cross me
Told that bitch she lost me, lot
of these niggas be salty
Every Halloween, me and my zombies
leave blood on the floor
I'm the zombie on Earth, I'm a
'zo, I be on overseas hoes
They never know what they worth,
I let a ghost on they curb
In the projects, I'm Malcolm
X, I'm froze
Keep a few shooters at my shows,
some with me, some out the door
Back, pour a face in the Rolls,
stay outside, and I ride
with big old five, ayy
Just in case we gotta blow somethin'
up, then slide in
Stay off the radar, but
I'm on they grind
They found him later and
marked it suicide
I'm robbin' these out of town
niggas, one thing, for sure
If they don't die, they leavin'
Miami dead broke
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