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letra de remember them times - yng heata

time might be flying but i feel like i’m drowning
remember them times i was at school class clowning
can’t freestyle because i can’t rap about a life too complex
so i just rap about money, drugs and s-x
now they see me as a clown because i’m not shooting or stabbing
remember times when i was playing at the park as a kid now i got friends that are robbing
got to be grateful that i still have a brother meanwhile opps are notti bopping
now i need to keep it with me or they p-ssy they just not with me
didn’t think i needed to grind just to live fine life
but now i’m thinking smarter balling harder
i really want my life to reach farther
went from just winning a hundred bands
to my to my bank account going to a crash
now i got three cars 200 miles per hour you know i’m doing the dash
making it rain
man i guess now i control the weather
no one can k!ll my ego because that’s just the way we roll
f-ck the haters
if you don’t have anything good to say then i guess i won’t see you now or later
i feel proud to say i got sh-t out the mud
remember times no one showed me love
now i got b-tches calling my phone saying i miss you i want hugs
all that sh-t cap because now i’m really above
the only thing i love is my friends and family
and if you f-ck with them
you f-cking with me
f-cking with me would just cause a bullet spree
remember them times i had to struggle just to get paid
but now i’m f-cking b-tches and one of them was my maid
now i’m a n-gga with racks and big four iced out chains
only getting racks and stacks of crack and cocaine
f-ck a rolex stopped wearing it because sh-t went static
now i’m wearing my fathers old watch i ain’t mad at it
it always reminds me to remember them times (that we ain’t have it)
f-ck the fortune and the fame
all of that don’t matter if the n-gga ain’t the same
i’m a real street ganster but when bullets are shot you are the one to blame
they don’t stab you in the front a clout pathway
so they stab you in the back all these n-ggas are fake
there’s only one chance and that’s the one i’m take
can’t stop grinding i think i’m going insane
it could be easy to rap about all the n-ggas i boomed
or i could be the next dead left in a tomb
won’t stop rhyming until i can say i’m a king i’m that n-gga that blew
so i’m keep drowning let time be time and say it flew

- yng heata

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