Remembrance

[Intro]
(Young Chop on the beat)
(Turn me up, John)

[Verse 1]
Boy, that jewelry rented, you ain't buy it
Drugs dissolvin' on my tongue turned into a habit
I know some killers tatted tear drops on they eye lid
They livin' large in low income, that shit so tragic (Turn up)
I know some niggas who did some coke, say they wouldn't try it
Good heart, I sold my family dope, ain't make 'em buy it (Sorry)
And I can't believe no bitch she say she high end
She suck my dick, I used to bag up at the Hyatt
My daddy say his first day out, don't buy him no tight shit
We make it hard for you to eat, hood diet
Right before my eyes I seen't the hood dyin'
Fallin' victim to these streets, I wish I would try it (Yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Bring back the Act' again
Make Kanye black again
Won't shop at Nordstrom Racks again
I hope that lil' boy lack again
We gon' show you all the differences
We killin' everyone, ain't no innocents
Turn you into remembrance
Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit
Oh, won't remember shit
We gon' turn you into remembrance
Oh, you won't remember shit
Ain't nobody innocent

[Verse 2]
I tried to bust down my watch, ain't know what platinum is
And he ain't from my block, so we need half of his
And I peeped that fake smile through them white veneers
Before he died, he was so in love, now he see his bitch with me
Sometimes I feel like Tadoe, I wanna kill people
I did too much shit you ain't did, how you feel you still equal?
How you lose that weight? You let them pills eat you
Fuck around and give your kidney up, they'll still leach you
I did shit for a hundred niggas and I'm still reachin'
Took my Shahada down in the feds, to the streets, I'm still preachin'
I don't get the chance to see all my kids, I know they still decent
I stabbed my best friend right in his back, but it was for a real reason
I need a real bag, real, real, real bad
Tryna lay my head where they don't kill at
I'm from where you got some money and you still bad
Where they let you go for a body and you still rat
Where they carry guns ain't got a gun card
Told the jakes to eat a dick, I beat my gun charge
Broski lowkey got the city, he ain't got one charge
They caught him while his head was down, he was unarmed

[Chorus]
Bring back the Act' again
Make Kanye black again
Won't shop at Nordstrom Racks again
I hope that lil' boy lack again
We gon' show you all the differences
We killin' everyone, ain't no innocents
Turn you into remembrance
Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit
Oh, won't remember shit
We gon' turn you into remembrance