[Hook:] 

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 



[Lil' Flip:] 

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 J.D., 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 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil' Flip:] 

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 



[Hook x2] 



[Lil' Flip:] 

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 niggaz, 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 hits 

And you need to step up your weak chain, ya bitch 



[talking:] 

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