Miss Me Feat. Dub O (Prod By Dre ki)歌词

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 *****t changed?Fool
You can miss me with that rap *****t
You can miss me with that stereotypical "he isn’t lyrical" barbershop chat *****t
Miss me with that frat *****t
Only university I graduated was Hard Knocks
I’m from Cleveland where they trap *****t
Five bucks for the catfish five bucks for the bad *****
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 *****t
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?"
I'll wear it
Inheriting hand me downs as a grown man, embarrassed
And these dreams seem far-fetched
When reality is you’re sharing a *****rt, shower, and *****tter 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 *****t
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 *****?
Remember me from Kennedy?
Or East High on the east side where *****s die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O?
Oh, you ain't know?I got gold, 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!?