| I’ll give my last brother, tell the people, «Fuck 'em»
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| You know I gotta love myself before I say I love 'em
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| Remember the struggle, mama was workin' a double
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| Remember them bustas, remember you called me your brother
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| Remember me, yeah
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| You can never lose these memories
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| Tell them folks they gon' remember me
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| You can never lose these memories
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| Tell them folks they gon' remember
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| Remember me on private jets, I still be on them bitches
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| The FBI been on my ass, I cannot post no pictures
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| I made the best decisions, keep them out my business
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| Who gon' be my codefendants, who gon' be the witness?
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| I did this shit relentless, they labelled me a menace
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| They wanna give the boy a sentence, I said fuck the critics
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| Fuck the critics, fuck the critics and whoever with it
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| Before they try to fry the boy, let me enjoy the skillet
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| I know my partners gon' tell, I swear to God they is
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| 'Cause niggas ain’t never gon' be how they say they is
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| Them niggas say they solid, they always be the opposite
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| Don’t never tell on a nigga and try to give apologies
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| I’ll give my last brother, tell the people, «Fuck 'em»
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| You know I gotta love myself before I say I love 'em
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| Remember the struggle, mama was workin' a double
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| Remember them bustas, remember you called me your brother
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| Remember me, yeah
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| You can never lose these memories
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| Tell them folks they gon' remember me
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| You can never lose these memories
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| Tell them folks they gon' remember
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| Remember me, I kept it straight, they ate off every plate
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| I will always make a way, I always made a way
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| I guess it’s safe to say, I put a smile on every face that ever looked my way
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| Nobody took my place
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| Every day I’m tryna make what I made yesterday
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| I know it seems like we be deep, but I got extra space
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| I ain’t done with Pakistan, we got an extra place
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| I know it seems like we be early, but we extra late
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| I’m tryna go harder, I’m tryna leave cash to my daughter
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| I know that I’m smarter, I know that I’m makin' it farther
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| I know that I got it, I know that I got what it take
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| They call me the realest, they know that them rappers is fake
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| I’ll give my last brother, tell the people, «Fuck 'em»
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| You know I gotta love myself before I say I love 'em
|
| Remember the struggle, mama was workin' a double
|
| Remember them bustas, remember you called me your brother
|
| Remember me, yeah
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| You can never lose these memories
|
| Tell them folks they gon' remember me
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| You can never lose these memories
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| Tell them folks they gon' remember |