Testo Remember - G Herbo
Testo della canzone Remember (G Herbo), tratta dall'album Sessions
Yeah
Yeah, we on the real, uh
We don't even say, we don't even say R.I.P. to niggas
We just say, you know, "Long live all my niggas gone," you know
Niggas that we lost to this shit
'Cause we was really out here in these streets, you know
For real, livin' this shit that I'm rappin' 'bout, you know, I'm just
Glad I'm livin', glad I'm rappin' 'bout 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 Rock, 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
Way we grew up, all we knew was violence
2012, We was strapped, used to play with them bitches like violins
We ain't even get to make it back safe and we hearin' the sirens
We gon' get booked with the opps on the iPhones, wildin'
Matter fact, fuck that, if you want smoke, nigga, dial in
Just on the low, we gon' pull a Vino or a Palin
We ain't broke no more, all do, you end up on an island
Tryna see my niggas get rich though
Keep it on my hip, what it's hittin' for
Let me shoot them 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 him duck like limbo
Leave him stretched out, no limo
Get money, stay a hundred, my MO
Know I'ma stay one-fifty
Fifty on the chain, one-fifty
You know this gang-gang 150
Foenem tote big-ass fifties
They don't want no lil'-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 doin' sentences, they in that bitch tryna finish
I'ma help put on for my hood and the city while smokin' OG in Givenchy
I was smellin' like pot so in school
I was seventeen, they gave a nigga detention
Went to school, had to dip the lil' glick with
The seventeen, niggas be greetin' with tension
And big bro was ready to park by the school '
Til I left, just in case he was itchin'
Free Kelly, niggas is snitches
Long live Playboy, niggas bitches
Free G Slick, I miss him
Free Lil Wey, he innocent
No Limit gang
Finna get the pendant did
And still doin' this shit independent, you dig?
And I'm iced out, these pointers big
And bitches gon' only get bigger, you dig?
A nigga gon' only get richer, you dig?
My fans ain't gotta pay for a picture, you dig?
Shit support a nigga, you 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 gettin' money, if you get
In my way, hope you kissed your kid
Goodbye
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Writer(s): Herbert Randall Wright, Kelsey Robinson
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