Lil Flip, Z-Ro - Remember Me lyrics

Remember me, that lil' nigga playing ball
Remember me
Like Warren G and Mack 10 I want it all
Remember me, that young nigga spitting raps
The rats looking for cheese
That's why we call it the trap

I'm one of the few, that drink Mountain Dew
With so much lean, it might turn it blue
I got so much green, I might burn a few
Stacks on throwbacks, plus tennis shoes
Matter fact, jerseys played out now
I run this mob shit
Hey you gotta wait outside
Cause we don't talk around strangers
We use our codes and it's gon be like that
Until my casket close
Remember me, as the cat with the baddest hoes
In a week and a half, his album's gold
I use to ride big bodies
And switch the lanes
Like Jay-Z and JD, money ain't a thang
Man fuck this rap game
Cause I been through it all
From rocking hole in the walls
To arena crowds
And the ladies love my style
Cause I'm debonair
Look we ain't gotta fuck, just braid my hair

Only time will tell, whether I lose or fail
What I look like
Sitting in the middle of jail
When my family need me
I gotta make ends meet in 9-9
I was the first to have a black Benz Jeep
So I creep, the Astros got beat
The next week, St louis got sweeped
It's like we almost make it
But we never take it shit
I'm on the road, trying to be the greatest
I got a good work ethic
I ain't never relaxed
If you can't afford a verse
I'll make ya a track
I a-ttack the beats, with my lyrics nigga
You see that Continental Coupe
Don't go near it nigga
Remember me, as the cat with two gold teeth
Back when me and Carl
Use to patch up and eat
I thank my hood for the love
That they showed me man
I'm the white chocolate of rap
You can't hold me man

Hey, I got tattoos on my hand
And the beef squashed, if you admit you a fan
Can't nobody down here, do it like I do
And we extort niggas, what about you
Nigga move
Cause I ain't got nothing to prove
Before "Never Scared"
Wasn't nobody fucking with you
I'm a fly, young nigga-ro
I'll put you in a full nelson
But I got rap in a figga fo'
Check the sco', cause I'm up by eighty
And it's the third quarter nigga
I am the greatest
Rapper my age, with a gang of hit's
And you need to step up your weak chain
Ya bitch

Ha ha nigga, you know how I do it nigga
I got two houses on my neck nigga, ya dig
A Bentley watch, a Bentley car Maybach
All that shit, you know I'm saying
You need to have MTV
Pimp your motherfucking ride
Cause we got the real spinners
Not the kind with the adaptors, ya know
Clover G's nigga, know how we do it
My nigga Price on the track ya know
Respect nigga i paid my dues
So I'ma make the world remember me