Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Still Remember , by - Gucci Mane. Release date: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Still Remember |
| I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments |
| Copped the MARTA with some pennies (Yeah) |
| Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless |
| Bipolar from all of the killings (Blam) |
| Dope I was whippin', Ma tried to whip me (Skrrt) |
| She gave me a fifty for Christmas (Mama), I flipped it (Huh?) |
| Still can’t forget it, wearin' my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit in (My bro) |
| We still got evicted (Damn) |
| Car was so raggedy, it was embarrassin' |
| It was impairin', I’m blamin' my parents |
| Rode on Macleans before the McLaren (Macleans) |
| I had them starin' all down Maynard Terrace (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| Did it myself, ain’t no blemish on my rep (Did it myself) |
| You can come see for yourself (Pow) |
| Watch where you step, mumblin' under your breath |
| I’ll hold a grudge 'til the death |
| Come by myself, I don’t need nobody help (Nobody help) |
| I’ll blaze you up like I’m chef (I don’t need nobody help) |
| Shoot 'til it emp' (Bow-bow-bow-bow), I shoot a hundred like Wilt |
| You keep a 30 like Steph |
| You better dip, mask on my face like I’m Rip |
| Cash cover me like a quilt (Rippy) |
| I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip |
| You’d think my gun was a Crip (Flippa) |
| Drive-by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle |
| Killers pullin' up in all kinds (Bow) |
| Fourteen, fifteen, twelve-years-old |
| Young nigga slangin' iron at nine (Well, damn) |
| Young nigga stackin' it proud, trappin' it loud |
| He threw a stack in the crowd |
| I say they jackin' my style, crackin' a smile (Hahaha) |
| But I ain’t sold crack in a while (Skrrt, skrrt) |
| I got a biblical past (Huh?), digital dash |
| Scale with a digital dial (Skippy) |
| Really put dope in the vial (Really), hid work in the towel |
| I put that shit on the Bible |
| Servin' my cous' outta town (Go, tree) |
| They said I was devilish 'cause I wouldn’t go to revival (Tree) |
| Gucci Mane talk of the town |
| Now (Tree), when I touch down, I’m sellin' a brick on arrival (Sorry) |
| I had to laugh (Go), it kept me from cryin' (Go) |
| Said it was all good, but I was lyin' (Lyin') |
| Stood on my ten and I did my time (Ten) |
| I done seen all these niggas switch sides (Yeah) |
| I know what’s up with these guys (What's up with these guys?) |
| They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Ridin') |
| Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly (Brr) |
| Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky (Woo) |
| I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments |
| Copped the MARTA with some pennies (Yeah) |
| Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless |
| Bipolar from all of the killings (Great) |
| Dope I was whippin', Ma tried to whip me (Mama) |
| She gave me a fifty for Christmas, I flipped it (Huh?) |
| Still can’t forget it, wearin' my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit in (My bro) |
| We still got evicted (Damn) |
| Remember them days (Days) I was stuck in the creek (Creek) |
| I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bed (No, I didn’t have me a bed) |
| Jumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for shit (Not shit) |
| Had to tackle the block just to get me some bread (Trappin' was keepin' us fed) |
| I was the man of the house, had to figure shit out |
| Every time Pops went to the feds (Every time he went to the feds) |
| Had a deuce-five with no clip, I was bustin' that bitch |
| I was constantly puttin' one in the head (Constantly puttin' one in the head) |
| Now we got choppas with lasers and beams |
| We 375 (Brrt), 1017 (Brrt, brrt, brrt) |
| Wop came and got me, this shit ain’t no dream |
| Big Shiesty and Gucci like Shaq and Kareem (Gucci like Shaq and Kareem) |
| I got up and took it, couldn’t wait on a blessing (Come here) |
| Shakin' them dice, tryna roll me a seven |
| They threw the police on me at eleven |
| I been causin' hell, quick to send you to heaven (Quick to go send you to |
| heaven, brrt) |
| Can’t wait 'til Wop point you out 'cause I’m ready (Go) |
| Might rob a rapper right after a session (Let's go) |
| Give me them keys and that watch and that necklace (Brrt) |
| I need them Cuban links and them baguettes |
| Ain’t no more postin' on IG and flexin' (Nope) |
| I’m the one rappin' but steady be steppin' (Know I’m the one that be steppin') |
| I’m comin' late in your dream like I’m Freddy (Like huh?) |
| How you gon' run from a automatic weapon? |
| (How you gon' run from a brrt?) |
| I had to laugh, it kept me from cryin' (Lyin') |
| Said it was all good, but I was lyin' (Ten) |
| Stood on my ten and I did my time (Yeah) |
| I done seen all these niggas switch sides |
| I know what’s up with these guys |
| They hate in disguise, dick ridin’s at an all-time high (Brr) |
| Just by the watches I buy and the jets that I fly (Woo) |
| Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky |
| I came up robbin', starvin', Sun Valley 'partments (Yeah) |
| Copped the MARTA with some pennies |
| Handled my business, I swear that I hustled relentless (Great) |
| Bipolar from all of the killings (Skrrt) |
| Dope I was whippin' (Ma), Ma tried to whip me (Huh?) |
| She gave me a fifty for Christmas, I flipped it |
| Still can’t forget it (My bro), wearin' my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit in |
| We still got evicted (It's Gucci) |
| True stories |
| Facts |
| It’s Kingpin |
| Richer than all my enemies |
| Fuck 'em |
| Everybody cross me dead or broke |