
I Remember (Houston) YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Chorus]
And I swear I remember, everything they said
Remember everything they said
I know they gon’ remember, everything I did
Know they gon’ miss me when I’m dead
Tell ‘em to leave me ‘lone, ‘cause I don’t owe nobody
I always gave it if I had it
I just wanna be alone, by myself, not with nobody
So tell them go open the casket
[Verse 1]
Motherfuck that shit, Goddamn it
No, I don’t got no family
NBA my gang, no cappin’
Everything, I madе it happen
If you sick of me then kill mе
Nigga, drop yo’ nuts and stab me
Remember my spit on me, I can’t forget that habit
Comin’ up, I ain’t have no daddy
I don’t care ‘bout that, I made it
Do anything for Montana
I ain’t had it and he gave it
Buy ratchets outta Houston, buy that shit outdated
I’ma stack up that money and chase it
To perform, you gotta pay me
Everything I know, I went and put it all in the streets
Papa kicked me out the house
No where to stay, wasn’t nun to eat
So I went and I got on my feet
Paid my grandfather ten g’s
I did that five times, so nigga that’s fifty
Fifty racks
And I swear I remember, everything they said
Remember everything they said
I know they gon’ remember, everything I did
Know they gon’ miss me when I’m dead
Tell ‘em to leave me ‘lone, ‘cause I don’t owe nobody
I always gave it if I had it
I just wanna be alone, by myself, not with nobody
So tell them go open the casket
[Verse 1]
Motherfuck that shit, Goddamn it
No, I don’t got no family
NBA my gang, no cappin’
Everything, I madе it happen
If you sick of me then kill mе
Nigga, drop yo’ nuts and stab me
Remember my spit on me, I can’t forget that habit
Comin’ up, I ain’t have no daddy
I don’t care ‘bout that, I made it
Do anything for Montana
I ain’t had it and he gave it
Buy ratchets outta Houston, buy that shit outdated
I’ma stack up that money and chase it
To perform, you gotta pay me
Everything I know, I went and put it all in the streets
Papa kicked me out the house
No where to stay, wasn’t nun to eat
So I went and I got on my feet
Paid my grandfather ten g’s
I did that five times, so nigga that’s fifty
Fifty racks
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