Remembrance

[Intro]

(Young Chop on the beat)

(Turn me up, John)

[Verse 1]

Boy, that jewelry rented, you ain't buy it

Drugs dissolvin' on my tongue turned into a habit

I know some killers tatted tear drops on they eye lid

They livin' large in low income, that shit so tragic (Turn up)

I know some niggas who did some coke, say they wouldn't try it

Good heart, I sold my family dope, ain't make 'em buy it (Sorry)

And I can't believe no bitch she say she high end

She suck my dick, I used to bag up at the Hyatt

My daddy say his first day out, don't buy him no tight shit

We make it hard for you to eat, hood diet

Right before my eyes I seen't the hood dyin'

Fallin' victim to these streets, I wish I would try it (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]

Bring back the Act' again

Make Kanye black again

Won't shop at Nordstrom Racks again

I hope that lil' boy lack again

We gon' show you all the differences

We killin' everyone, ain't no innocents

Turn you into remembrance

Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit

Oh, won't remember shit

We gon' turn you into remembrance

Oh, you won't remember shit

Ain't nobody innocent

[Verse 2]

I tried to bust down my watch, ain't know what platinum is

And he ain't from my block, so we need half of his

And I peeped that fake smile through them white veneers

Before he died, he was so in love, now he see his bitch with me

Sometimes I feel like Tadoe, I wanna kill people

I did too much shit you ain't did, how you feel you still equal?

How you lose that weight? You let them pills eat you

Fuck around and give your kidney up, they'll still leach you

I did shit for a hundred niggas and I'm still reachin'

Took my Shahada down in the feds, to the streets, I'm still preachin'

I don't get the chance to see all my kids, I know they still decent

I stabbed my best friend right in his back, but it was for a real reason

I need a real bag, real, real, real bad

Tryna lay my head where they don't kill at

I'm from where you got some money and you still bad

Where they let you go for a body and you still rat

Where they carry guns ain't got a gun card

Told the jakes to eat a dick, I beat my gun charge

Broski lowkey got the city, he ain't got one charge

They caught him while his head was down, he was unarmed

[Chorus]

Bring back the Act' again

Make Kanye black again

Won't shop at Nordstrom Racks again

I hope that lil' boy lack again

We gon' show you all the differences

We killin' everyone, ain't no innocents

Turn you into remembrance

Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit

Oh, won't remember shit

We gon' turn you into remembrance