For my brothas I just pray
That we make it out of the trenches
I remember all them days
That I could've been a statistic
Black nigga tryna make it out
And show em I'm gifted
I rap my ass off and
I ain't worried bout attention
Really came from the bottom
Ain't think that I would be living
Young nigga but you know
The feds really wanna kill you
I pray to god I see another day
I clutch my pistol
Ridin' dirty got one in the head
If it's a f*ckin' issue
I'm straight from the mud
No we ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Stay solid stay humble
That's what's most important to you
I got all my dawgs
Yes it's that f*ckin' simple
Yea we had them dreams to f*ck it up
No Roddy but we spin too
Big dawg in the town
No I'm not no f*ckin' shitsu
Gettin cold up in the winter
Warmin' up I'm not no bench dude
Really from the trenches
Tellin' stories it's some shit too
Yea I gotta thank God
I overcame what I been thru
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo' soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to god
Just tryna make the right decisions
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real ?
I'm from the slums and
I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got too much on my f*ckin mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin system
I remember the days
A young nigga a statistic
They don't wanna see me win
Cause i'm a nigga and i'm gifted
I been working on my craft
I elevate and keep on winning
I'm too deep up in my bag
I bought a duffle for the weekend
Real nigga street nigga
Grew up playing in south central
Drug dealers and snake niggas
Watch the ones you call yo people
I been trained to go
And its the damn same for my niggas
I'll kill for em
Them my brothers
And I treat em like my equal
Bitch I used to hit licks
Just for groceries
I was starving in the trenches
With my niggas we was deep
One eat, we all eat
That's how you feed ya family
I put my all into this music
Cus it got me out the streets
The day my brother came home
I won't forget that memory
I told the people trench stories
Hope you really feeling me
Life been getting too real
I been on my lonely
Grateful cus I know the lord got me
I can't take defeat
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to God
Just tryna make the right decision
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real I'm from slums
And I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got to much on my f*ckin' mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin' system
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to God
Just tryna make the right decisions
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real I'm from the slums
And I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got too much on my f*ckin' mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin' system
Jaayy - Still Remember Lyrics
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For my brothas I just pray
That we make it out of the trenches
I remember all them days
That I could've been a statistic
Black nigga tryna make it out
And show em I'm gifted
I rap my ass off and
I ain't worried bout attention
Really came from the bottom
Ain't think that I would be living
Young nigga but you know
The feds really wanna kill you
I pray to god I see another day
I clutch my pistol
Ridin' dirty got one in the head
If it's a f*ckin' issue
I'm straight from the mud
No we ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Stay solid stay humble
That's what's most important to you
I got all my dawgs
Yes it's that f*ckin' simple
Yea we had them dreams to f*ck it up
No Roddy but we spin too
Big dawg in the town
No I'm not no f*ckin' shitsu
Gettin cold up in the winter
Warmin' up I'm not no bench dude
Really from the trenches
Tellin' stories it's some shit too
Yea I gotta thank God
I overcame what I been thru
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo' soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to god
Just tryna make the right decisions
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real ?
I'm from the slums and
I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got too much on my f*ckin mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin system
I remember the days
A young nigga a statistic
They don't wanna see me win
Cause i'm a nigga and i'm gifted
I been working on my craft
I elevate and keep on winning
I'm too deep up in my bag
I bought a duffle for the weekend
Real nigga street nigga
Grew up playing in south central
Drug dealers and snake niggas
Watch the ones you call yo people
I been trained to go
And its the damn same for my niggas
I'll kill for em
Them my brothers
And I treat em like my equal
Bitch I used to hit licks
Just for groceries
I was starving in the trenches
With my niggas we was deep
One eat, we all eat
That's how you feed ya family
I put my all into this music
Cus it got me out the streets
The day my brother came home
I won't forget that memory
I told the people trench stories
Hope you really feeling me
Life been getting too real
I been on my lonely
Grateful cus I know the lord got me
I can't take defeat
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to God
Just tryna make the right decision
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real I'm from slums
And I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got to much on my f*ckin' mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin' system
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to God
Just tryna make the right decisions
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real I'm from the slums
And I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got too much on my f*ckin' mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin' system
That we make it out of the trenches
I remember all them days
That I could've been a statistic
Black nigga tryna make it out
And show em I'm gifted
I rap my ass off and
I ain't worried bout attention
Really came from the bottom
Ain't think that I would be living
Young nigga but you know
The feds really wanna kill you
I pray to god I see another day
I clutch my pistol
Ridin' dirty got one in the head
If it's a f*ckin' issue
I'm straight from the mud
No we ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Stay solid stay humble
That's what's most important to you
I got all my dawgs
Yes it's that f*ckin' simple
Yea we had them dreams to f*ck it up
No Roddy but we spin too
Big dawg in the town
No I'm not no f*ckin' shitsu
Gettin cold up in the winter
Warmin' up I'm not no bench dude
Really from the trenches
Tellin' stories it's some shit too
Yea I gotta thank God
I overcame what I been thru
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo' soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to god
Just tryna make the right decisions
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real ?
I'm from the slums and
I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got too much on my f*ckin mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin system
I remember the days
A young nigga a statistic
They don't wanna see me win
Cause i'm a nigga and i'm gifted
I been working on my craft
I elevate and keep on winning
I'm too deep up in my bag
I bought a duffle for the weekend
Real nigga street nigga
Grew up playing in south central
Drug dealers and snake niggas
Watch the ones you call yo people
I been trained to go
And its the damn same for my niggas
I'll kill for em
Them my brothers
And I treat em like my equal
Bitch I used to hit licks
Just for groceries
I was starving in the trenches
With my niggas we was deep
One eat, we all eat
That's how you feed ya family
I put my all into this music
Cus it got me out the streets
The day my brother came home
I won't forget that memory
I told the people trench stories
Hope you really feeling me
Life been getting too real
I been on my lonely
Grateful cus I know the lord got me
I can't take defeat
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to God
Just tryna make the right decision
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real I'm from slums
And I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got to much on my f*ckin' mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin' system
Know I'm missing my mama
I feel yo soul up in my spirit
Steady praying to God
Just tryna make the right decisions
I ain't have much
So all I know is go f*ckin' get it
I'm a nigga if I want I take
It ain't no f*ckin' issue
What's the real I'm from the slums
And I ain't have no f*ckin' tissue
Cried for better days
I got too much on my f*ckin' mental
Yea they coming in due time
Don't wanna end up in no pickle
I'm just working
I'm just grinding
Tryna beat the f*ckin' system
Writer: Ja'Shawn Taylor
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