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 changedÂ
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 VegasÂ
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 isÂ
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 glassesÂ
Yall in family houses like Bob SagetÂ
Both parentsÂ
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-fetchedÂ
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 MikeÂ
When I'm goneÂ
Uh, KellsÂ
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)Â
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 longÂ
 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 infinityÂ
And the same goes for your bitchÂ
Remember me from KennedyÂ
Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything
Yeah, Dub-O,Â
Oh, you ain't know?
I got go, I rock shows, I be calling plays like Flaco,Â
But I'm so Cleveland its a damn shameÂ
And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaignÂ
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 seeÂ
I'm in the back but no frontin
7 days out the week I be working I'm full of hungerÂ
That jealousy is the smell of defeatÂ
Remember who told you
I'm goneÂ
Remember me when I'm goneÂ
When the time is up on my watchÂ
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!Â