Rememberance ft. Lil Durk Lyrics

Rememberance ft. Lil Durk - Only The Family

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Young Chop on the beat

Turn me up, John

Boy that jewelry rented, you ain't buy it

Drugs dissolving on my tongue, turned to a habit

I know some killers tatted tear drops on they eye lid

They livin large in low income, that shit so tragic

I know some niggas who did some coke, said they wouldn't try it

The hard 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 said 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 the hood dyin

Fallin victim to these streets, I wish I would try it (yeah, yeah)

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 killing everyone, ain't no innocents

Turn you into remembrance

Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit

You won't remember shit

We gone turn you into remembranceOh, you won't remember shit

Ain't nobody innocent

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 and you ain't did how you feel you still equal

How you lose that weight you let them pills eat you

Fuck around and get yo kidney up that'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 preaching

I don't get the chance to see all my kids I know they still decent

I stabbed my bestfriend right in his back but it was for a real reason

I need a real bag, real, real, real bad

Trynna lay my head where they dont 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 chart

They caught him while his head was down, he was unarmedBring back the Act again

Make Kanye black again

Won't shop at Nordstrom Racks again

I hope that lil boy lack again

We gone show you all the differences

We killing everyone, ain't no innocents

Turn you into remembrance

Headshot from this Glock, you won't remember shit

You won't remember shit

We gone turn you into remembrance