Remain Us Lyrics – SPC, Gunna, Nechie, Boss Man D.E.Z.

Read the complete Remain Us Lyrics by SPC, Gunna, Nechie and Boss Man D.E.Z. along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy SPC’s music, you can also explore Throw It Up, another song by SPC.

SBC the fam, n!gga
And I live
Family first
Free all the n!ggas on lockdown
She cracking, she cracking, oh
Indo Tony Feeny III
And you know
Debo Nino
Still remain a G
Just gotta keep it good
Still remain a G
Still remain a G
Still remain a G
I ain’t going nowhere
This where we came up
Feel like I owe my hood
The hood paid us
The block raised us
The money made us
And I know we made men

But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
Still in it, like the beam, switching lanes and whipping
Still winning, in the hood, big cash I’m getting
Counting racks in my motherfu*king living room
A lot of bags, a lot of cash up in my living room

I see you b!tches now, hope you coming soon
I be in that foreign coupe, bumping the sky is blue

NBC, motherfu*ker
What it do?
N!gga, life is great
Gangsta, ooh
And I still remain me
Still remain a hustler
Still remain a G
All I know is loyalty
To the fam
Loyalty
I ain’t going nowhere
This where we came up
Feel like I owe my hood
The hood paid us
The block raised us
The money made us

And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
I ain’t going nowhere
I’m staying right here
I’ma keep getting it in, for the rest of the year
Chose the hustle career
See these diamonds up here
On my wrists and my ears

Shooting movie premiers
Want a MTV crib
I’m just keeping it real
Or a million and plus
I don’t really give a fu*k
They say I’m cocky and I’m crazy, say I do too much
My mini chopper loaded up and I don’t know who to buss
She don’t know who to trust
My packs be short and low
I, I keep my haters out my place and keep my circle close
I got my back against the wall, I’m posted like the stove

A n!gga try to tell me move but I’m gon’ tell him, “No”
I ain’t going nowhere
This where we came up
Feel like I owe my hood
The hood paid us
The block raised us
The money made us
And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
I’ma hold my hood down

Let my Lord be my witness
I’m a Shady baby
I got it from the trenches
My uncle told me, “Family first and never trust these b!tches”
My hood told me, “Shoot first and never fu*k with snitches”
All about my riches
Boy, I need my guap, capiche?
And I ain’t going nowhere, I’m off this Shady P
Nothing but killers and real n!ggas who stand by me
I’m a vet
I’m the hood, young MVP

I keep it real with n!ggas who keep it real with me
Young Nechie Nech’
The same old thug
Product of my environment, I grew up selling drügs
Word is love
My thugs, boy, I give ’em love
I ain’t going nowhere
This where we came up
Feel like I owe my hood
The hood paid us
The block raised us
The money made us
And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us

And I know we made men
But we gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
We gon’ remain us
Shouts to Fly and Air
Fly kicks, what’s up?
Club mansion fee, what up?