Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wyrm, artist - Quelle Chris. Album song Guns, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Mello
Song language: English
Wyrm |
Will you remember me? |
I woke up at 5 in the morning, wondered, «Why»? |
When every breath is just a step to death |
Every GOAT’s another second best |
When I die, will I survive, or will I fade until there’s nothin' left? |
A second guess before I light an orange and white up, but I’m pressed |
'Til the stress takes another 0 and 1 lead |
Ain’t been the same since since the 2B let it bleed through me |
Swore I’d join the twenty-seven entertainin' heaven |
And live it up real proper, king shit, 'til they dead him |
In between the lines of each rhyme |
Is the same saying |
Will you remember me? |
Am I just a moment for few to see? |
Another black face rapping nigga on a cash chase? |
Dozen for a dime, penny for your mind at one time? |
Hopin' the next sleep that I meet |
Ain’t the brother with a cousin named |
RIP before his come up came |
I know the game |
Same shit that had Pac in the tub with the chains, switchin' lanes |
Kane in the robe with Godivas |
Growin' pains, family Seaver |
Often understated, but they need us |
Will you remember me? |
Over twenty albums deep |
And still a new artist every two harvests |
Candid creep off another peak, can it be? |
Closer, yet further away every leap |
Will you remember me? |
Yo, came to at eight in the evenin' |
Wondering if I’m still dreamin' |
It’s up for debate, so |
Fans mistaken, his story got lost in the pathos |
Uh-oh, moments to fix |
You need to get more than just Maaco |
Never worried where the hunger went |
Which is why they couldn’t see what he was comin' with |
I learned the spells |
I can recreate anything that these niggas claimin' is too legit |
But would only make me the same as what I aim to shift |
So for these gifts, would you remember me? |
Will I be one of the greatest that’s never listed on pages next to B.I.G. |
Tryin' to guide the script to my life, but this ain’t D&D |
Rollin' the die since LP 3E |
Sure as Al B, I chill peel a cool mil off my last piece |
And get the whole fam' a new lease |
But reality and optimism don’t often coincide |
Again, forced to swallow pride until my next reach |
By then, will you remember me? |