Lyrics Young Scooter

Young Scooter

I Remember

[Hook:]

And I remember

The kind of full we had

Caught up in this situation

We getting high, I know that

And I remember

The kind of pain I felt

Sleepin free to a bed

I knew my mama needed some help

But I remember

[Verse 1:]

My mama find I beat it pimpin 5 cases

Remember when I was locked down bad with no paper

Gambling with them OG nigga as a youngin

Grew up in a hustling family, I had no choice but to get some money

I'm askin bout my hustle nigga as a early team

'Cus I remember getting tricked by the dope fiends

When I jumped off the porch I used to give away the dope

I'm flexin mink coats now, I remember when it started coke

I got airplanes, now I fly to you with this dope

I got all kind of prices, 10 different types of coke

I ain't never had no license but I'm always on the go

And motherfuck my daddy cus he still smoking dope

[Hook:]

And I remember

The kind of full we had

Caught up in this situation

We getting high, I know that

And I remember

The kind of pain I felt

Sleepin free to a bed

I knew my mama needed some help

But I remember

The kind of shoes I had

I don't want the soul out

More all I want and I did

But I remember

It ain't no going back

'Cus I done ran the check up

So you can talk about that

[Verse 2:]

Thuggin in apartments, sleepin with the roaches

This ain't a freeze watch, this a Rolex fully loaded

Get yo ass off that block

If ain't a 36, we on that

Doin 36 a hour, nigga I'm dope boy Patron

I gave you a brick a month ago

My nigga and you ain't still sell that

Used to dream I have a Rari, look at me now I'm a owner

Cold jail cells, I remember that

No bon fair, where the bible at?

Too much flexin, should've saved it

Ben Franklins had no racks

You a trap nigga, you better work that

I've been broke before and I ain't goin back

[Hook:]

And I remember

The kind of full we had

Caught up in this situation

We getting high, I know that

And I remember

The kind of pain I felt

Sleepin free to a bed

I knew my mama needed some help

But I remember

The kind of shoes I had

I don't want the soul out

More all I want and I did

But I remember

It ain't no going back

'Cus I done ran the check up

So you can talk about that