Hell yeah nigga, ay yo 

Remember me, when I use to write my rhymes in class 
At Dick Dall Middle School, all them niggaz would laugh 
Telling me I would never make it, cause I rap too fast 
I was desperately trying to find out, how to go from scraps to cash 
Remember, how y'all use to chase me home from school 
Just cause I sported corduroy britches, and Pro Wing shoes 
I use to have a lunch card, cause them times was hard 
Since the seven people living in one house, with no cars in the yard 
I remember stressing so hard, I couldn't keep my focus 
My only love was for extras, and overs 
Fuck all you niggaz, don't make me slap the fuck out all you niggaz 
If it ain't related to making paper, I ain't calling you niggaz 
I bet Mo City remember, when I took it over with rapping 
51-11 Ridgevan, moving that crack bitch I was stacking 
Residuals redeemingly, I was raw mayn raw caine 
Rapidly running my neighborhood, I was the law mayn 
'Member when I dropped my first album, in '98 
Fucking with Herman Fisher, but now that nigga hate me he's a cake 
Suppose to be mad at me, tal'n bout I owe him some change 
Nigga just mad cause they can't eat with me, I eat with Lil' James 
Rap-A-Lot Mafia my man, y'all remember the Maab 
This isn't Den-Den and Z-Ro, y'all better remember the squad 
Two different labels but the same cable, remember we connected 
Woodfair to Missouri City, two block of Screwed Up Texas 

Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes 
They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses 
Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead 
Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads 
(2x)

I remember the winters in the hood, no heat cold nights 
No gas no lights, a ghetto low life 
So my flow twice as strong, from the memories 
I remember when my closest homies, turned to enemies 
See niggaz tend to be, down when your bread up 
But when you in the quicksand, they frown cause your legs stuck 
Yeah I remember that, so you remember this 
Hard times be my fuel, so I ain't finna quit 
I vividly, R-E-M-E-M-B-E-R 
Craig up in the E-R, bloody getting CPR 
So before, the reaper come and turn me to a memory 
I endlessly spit the heat, for the people to remember me 
Me P.O.P., so many forgot bout 
But not I, this for those who remember little Popeye 
And I remember hot guys, ridiculed the flow 
Now I'm front and center nigga, haters finna do me so 

Remember me, I'm the one they laughed at in all my classes 
They use to rank on my low budget clothes, and my glasses 
Remember me, the same one they use to call egghead 
Now I play with fed bread, and sleep on Gucci bed spreads 
(2x)

Shit I remember back in the game, it was tough 
No matter what a nigga had, it was never enough 
See if I had five I wanted ten, and if I had ten I wanted twenty 
Fuck having some, shit I wanted plenty 
Back in the gap, when I first hit the block 
With my first 25, and a hand full of rocks 
Posted up at Samantha house on the West, on the porch 
Ready to give my nigga some work, or give him the torch 
I remember telling my T, I wasn't going to college 
And was headed to the streets, to get the rest of my knowledge 
That broke her heart, and for that I had to go 
So I went from the sidelines, to starring in the show 
Everything came slow, and nothing came fast 
Most times I was out of luck, and dead on my ass 
But with the heart of a hustler, and the mind of a G 
I came up, now I'm something to see Bun B