Remember – G Herbo

Yeah, mm
Kid
Long live all my niggas gone
In these streets, for real
Livin’ this I’m rappin’ ’bout

‘Member what it used to be like, I was 17
‘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 ain’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 would be like if G-Fazo was still alive
‘Member when Kobe died, I drank that shit, roll out the bottle
We went to war for ‘Raq when effie was here, but he had a body
We gon’ fall out, but this rap shit, wonder what Slim woulda 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 hearing the sirens
We gon’ get put with the opps son when their phones, wildin
Matter of fact, fuck that, if they 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
Tryin’, so my niggas get rich, though
Keep it on my hip, what it’s here for
They be shooting dice with this info
Tenfold stack with his hands full
Fuck a nigga bitch like a nympho
Been in the streets since the info
Draco make ’em duck like limbo
Leave ’em stretched out, no limo
Know I’ma stay one-fifty
Fifty on the chain, one-fifty
You this gang-gang one-fifty
From the toe, big ass 50’s
They don’t want no little as 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 my city while smoking OG in Givenchy
I was smelling like pot, so at school I was seventeen, they gave a niggaa detention
Went to school, had to dip, hit the lick with seventeen niggas, we greet ’em with tension
And big bro’ was ready to park by the school till I left just, in case he was itchy
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
And still doing this shit independent, ya dig?
And I iced out these pointers big
Bitches gon’ only get bigger, ya dig?
But niggas are only gon’ get richer, ya dig?
My fans, they gotta pay for a picture, ya dig?
Just support a niggaa, ya dig
Y’all know I’m on a mission, kid
Gotta move on, I be on my way, I’ma miss you, kid
I gotta keep getting money
If you get in my way, hope you kissed the kid goodbye