I Remember (feat. Bryan Robert & Kendrick Lamar)-Skeme

I Remember (feat. Bryan Robert & Kendrick Lamar) - Skeme [Intro: Kendrick Lamar] HiiPOWER Sox Gang I'm wearing black pumas, hair like Kunte Kendrick Lamar 'Bout eight of them in the studio And the all want me F**k you niggas bruh Skeme whaddup [Verse 1: Skeme] If I come off as unconcern, (yeah) please forgive me I ain't even poured the sizzurp yet (nah) I'm on this remy, if my phone going straight to voice mail B**ch I聮m busy, I ain't got the time to tock Every tick I'm repping my city (whoop) Ten bottles at a time, this here is the life And how I'm living might be wrong But in this world what the f**k is right It's just one rapper, 2 cups, 3 b**ches blowing me Heard it's 20 niggas in the VIP, then b**ch you know it's me I'm here for niggas go and do them bizz Getting tired of hearing rappers just rapping the sh*t I live All that I got is my all, that's exactly what I get And I need my toilet paper every time I do my sh*t Guess I should switch, cause I'm getting paid Instead of worrying bout how I'm getting money, just do the same, b**ch The bright lights and people screaming my name F**k the money and the fame, b**ch that's the reason I came [Hook] I remember why we don't f**k with none of these niggas I remember, I remember why we don't f**k with none of these niggas I remember oh my, how the times change Nothing's the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows the name Oh my, how the times change Nothing's the same, but still remember why I came Oh my, how the times change, getting change Now everybody knows the name [Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar] Driving on a freeway full of darkness It's just me and plus my heart is cold As an project carpet You be coughing up commode Full of sh*t see I was told That only real niggas can harvest any future pot of gold And look at you, I know you starving, see it's burning in your soul And you look for me to console your emotions I'm on the road and I'm joking with all my niggas We laughing at you the feeling of victory is a gig And I hope they catch you whenever you fall from the pedestal you was on And don't get me wrong, you was in the zone of a lifetime But the place you belong is the bottom That's why I got a bullet for every ego or tuxedo And some scenos, a combination that we know Uh, tight rope, but I notice they walk a thin line From having the disabilities of death, dumb and blind Every time I recline, then remind myself I would never die with p**sy, less it was on my dick, p**sy [Hook] [Verse 3: Bryan Roberts] Staring out a benz window, thinking bout saying f**k it I make it and spend it all Middle finger for a budget Got your rent off in my pocket, and spent off a piece of luggage Got a lot of bad habits, with money, some sh*t I'm stuck with (yeah) Nothing but dollars in my discussion, show my a** out in public Cause motherf**kers love it, I hear (b**ch) Niggas out here plotting on the come up I hold this gun up, then one of these coward niggas run up My ni**a dead, so for him I'm lighting my blunt up I say "hustle for this rap b**ch, I'm getting this from sun down to sun up" I know it's niggas hating, praying I never make it But jealous p**sy I'm here, and I'm never leaving just face it (whoop) Before one of these niggas take me out this motherf**king game Promise I do my motherf**king thing Do what the f**k I want, motherf**ker lame I just keep it 100, f**k breaking down for some change Ni**a I just stay the same [Hook]