Miss Me?

Cleveland on my back L's up when you see me

Came from the underground now they on tv swear to god haaan

Ain't shit changed

Fool

You can miss me with that rap shit

You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn’t lyrical" barbershop chat shit

Miss me with that frat shit

Only university I graduated was Hard Knocks

I’m from Cleveland where they trap shit

Five bucks for the catfish, five bucks for the bad bitch

Five bucks in a drought in this city could get you a piece of that cactus

With saran wrap for the wrapping

Whatchu mean?

Meaning we bundling all of this loud into Garcia Vegas

I swear its contagious the way that we passed it

Patches on my denim vest about as old as my dad is

Blood stains on my chucks cus well we know what that is

Jet lag from these long flights still sitting coach like its practice

Feeling like students when the schools back I’m trying to see what first class is

Cash is the root of all evil

But maybe that’s why I do bad shit

Fact is, I do what I need

Cuz the country we live in is fascist

And no Catholic or Baptist, warlord or pacifist, could’ve seen what I seen without IMAX's and 3D glasses

Yall in family houses like Bob Saget

Both parents

I was on family couches like "you don’t want it?" ill wear it

Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed

And these dreams seem far-fetched

When reality is you’re sharing a shirt, shower, and shitter while your newborns in the carriage

Packaging groceries in bags for an hourly seven dollar average

This ain't living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite

But maybe one day they’ll remember me like they remember Mike

When I’m gone

Uh, Kells

Maybe they’ll remember me when I’m gone

When my times up on this earth

And they bury me in the dirt

Don’t say that I ain't milk this life for everything that its worth ( everything that its worth)

And when I die remember me like Kurt, BANG!

And they say Dub quit with that humble shit

You can only be cool for so long

Don’t misjudge I’m not the one you wanna rumble with

Write it down, take a pic

Do whatever you gotta do to remember me

I’m in your memory for infinity

And the same goes for your bitch

Remember me from Kennedy

Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything

Yeah, Dub-O

Oh, you ain't know?

I got go, I rock shows, I be calling plays like Flaco

But I’m so Cleveland its a damn shame

And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign

Pop bottles that champagne its Cliquot for the champions now where the hell is my damn ring?

Biatch, celebration for nothing let you believe what you see

I’m in the back but no frontin

7 days out the week I be working I’m full of hunger

That jealousy is the smell of defeat

Remember who told you

I’m gone

Remember me when I’m gone

When the time is up on my watch

And they bury me in that box

Don’t say I ain't give this game everything that I got (everything that I got)

And when I die remember me like Pac, BANG!