Music Video
Big Mister - I Remember (Official Music Video) | Dir. By @StewyFilms
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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Mister
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rumaldo Perez
Songwriter
Lyrics
Since day one I been caught up in the system
Always on my toes making sure I'm not a victim
Tryna keep it cool in a world full of hate
Watching for the police tryna build a case
Bumping on some oldies still keeping it real
Yelling at my neighbors fuck how you feel
Tryna stay humble & not blow a gasket
Never play with guns but the shit will get drastic
Never been the one that will run like a bitch
Living in my city homie wishing I was rich
Remember all the trouble that I caused as a kid
Ask your damn grandma about the fuckin shit I did
Always kicking dust homie never gave a fuck
Always pulling cards on these pussys acting tough
Member my name homie always & forever
Nothin gonna change if I do it's for the better
All we wanna do is run fades in the street
Hella putting pressure on these fools gettin beat
Growing up dangerous nothing but that violence
Blurped on the curb all the homies stayed silent
Running hella game on a bitch with some ass
Pull up on the first dumb bitch I need cash
Blast from the past I was really on some shit
Never had respect for a punk ass snitch
Always seen the homies go hard on the block
Running up on cars real fast serving knocks
Rocks in my mouth selling crack cocaine
Narc's pulling up tryna kill the dope game
Tweakers In the hood getting high pulling licks
Never gave a fuck on the street with their kid's
In and out of juvie like a young knucklehead
Stealing hell of cars thank God I ain't dead
Find me at a payphone calling a couple of freaks
Mad doggin everyone riding down the street
Strolling downtown all I seen was 9er hat's
Creased down dickies run your mouth it's a rap
All the homeboys showed nothin but some love
Handshakes all that props then we cut
Wasn't always perfect wasn't always all bad
Seen my mom high locked up that was sad
Fresh on parole she was always looking pretty
Always love mom all the homies called her Birdie
Now my mother's gone all I do is reminisce
Take life for granted you'll be rappin like this
Stone cold hustler from the streets of California
Maccin on some bitches that I met up on the corner
Loved all the drama put a smile on my face
Having no regrets live & die in the bay
Written by: Rumaldo Perez
