Remember

Yeah, mmh (Kid)

We don't even say, we don't even say RIP no more

We don't say no

Long live all my niggas gone, you know

Niggas never get lost to this shit

We was really out here in these streets, you know, for real

Livin' this shit I'm rappin' 'bout, you know, I'm just

Glad I'm livin', alive to rap about this shit now

'Member what it used to be like, I was seventeen

'Member what it used to be like, I was off the lean

'Member what it used to be like, all I had a dream

'Member what it used to be like, we ain't have a thing

But I turned into some shit that they all wanna be like

Ain't gon' never get like this 'cause you don't wanna be right

I make all the sacrifice so you live a better life

Somebody told me, "Leave your legacy while you still alive"

Somebody told me, "Leave your legacy while you still alive"

I wonder what it'd be like if G-Fazo was still alive

'Member when Kobe died, I drunk that shit raw out the bottle

We went to war for 'Raq, wonder if he was here, would he have a body?

We gon' fall out 'bout this rap shit,

Wonder what Slim would've felt about it?

Turned all the way up in this rap shit,

But I wish Cap was right here beside me

Now a moment of silence (Now a moment of silence)

Way we grew up, all we knew was violence

2012, we was strapped, used to play with them bitches like violins

We didn't even get to make it back safe and we hearin' the sirens

We gon' headbutt with the opps, on the iPhones wildin'

Matter fact, fuck that, if you want smoke, we can dial in

Just on the low, we gon' pull a vino or a pile-in

And we ain't broke no more, l'll do ya, end up on an island

Tryna see my niggas get rich, though

Keep it on my hip, what it's hittin' for?

And we shootin' dice, what it's hittin' for?

Ten for a stack, what it's hittin' for?

Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho

Been in the streets, what's the info?

Draco make 'em duck like limbo

Leave 'em stretched out, no limo

(Get money, stay a hundred my M.O.)

Know I'ma stay 150

Fifty on the chain, 150

You know this gang gang, 150

Foenem tote big ass fifties

They don't want no little ass glizzy

Better at least put thirty in it

I ain't gon' lie, this shit serious

These lil' niggas here 'bout they business

They in this shit tryna finish

I got real niggas doing sentences, they in that bitch tryna finish

I'ma help put on for my hood and the city while smoking OG in Givenchy

I was smelling like pot, so at school,

I was seventeen, they gave a nigga detention

Went to school,

Had to dip to link link with the

Seventeen niggas we greetin' with tension

And big bro was ready to park by the

School 'til I left, just in case he was itchin'

Free Gill, these niggas is snitchin'

Long live Playboy, niggas bitches

Free T Slick, I miss him

Free Lil Way, he innocent

No Limit Gang (Finna get the pendant did)

And still doing this shit independent, ya dig?

And I iced out these pointers big

Them bitches gon' only get bigger, ya dig?

But niggas gon' only get richer, ya dig?

My fans, they gotta pay for a picture, ya dig?

Just support a nigga, ya dig?

Y'all know I'm on a mission, kid

Gotta move on, I'll be on my way, I'ma miss you, kid

I gotta keep getting money,

If you get in my way, hope you kissed your kid

Goodbye