| Will you remember me?
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| I woke up at 5 in the morning, wondered, «Why»?
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| When every breath is just a step to death
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| Every GOAT’s another second best
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| When I die, will I survive, or will I fade until there’s nothin' left?
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| A second guess before I light an orange and white up, but I’m pressed
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| 'Til the stress takes another 0 and 1 lead
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| Ain’t been the same since since the 2B let it bleed through me
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| Swore I’d join the twenty-seven entertainin' heaven
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| And live it up real proper, king shit, 'til they dead him
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| In between the lines of each rhyme
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| Is the same saying
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| Will you remember me?
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| Am I just a moment for few to see?
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| Another black face rapping nigga on a cash chase?
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| Dozen for a dime, penny for your mind at one time?
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| Hopin' the next sleep that I meet
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| Ain’t the brother with a cousin named
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| RIP before his come up came
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| I know the game
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| Same shit that had Pac in the tub with the chains, switchin' lanes
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| Kane in the robe with Godivas
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| Growin' pains, family Seaver
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| Often understated, but they need us
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| Will you remember me?
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| Over twenty albums deep
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| And still a new artist every two harvests
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| Candid creep off another peak, can it be?
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| Closer, yet further away every leap
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| Will you remember me?
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| Yo, came to at eight in the evenin'
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| Wondering if I’m still dreamin'
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| It’s up for debate, so
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| Fans mistaken, his story got lost in the pathos
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| Uh-oh, moments to fix
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| You need to get more than just Maaco
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| Never worried where the hunger went
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| Which is why they couldn’t see what he was comin' with
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| I learned the spells
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| I can recreate anything that these niggas claimin' is too legit
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| But would only make me the same as what I aim to shift
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| So for these gifts, would you remember me?
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| Will I be one of the greatest that’s never listed on pages next to B.I.G.
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| Tryin' to guide the script to my life, but this ain’t D&D
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| Rollin' the die since LP 3E
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| Sure as Al B, I chill peel a cool mil off my last piece
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| And get the whole fam' a new lease
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| But reality and optimism don’t often coincide
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| Again, forced to swallow pride until my next reach
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| By then, will you remember me? |