Never (Explicit)

I'm gonna make sure you never forget me

Goin' through these struggles everyday on this pavement

In every hood I see 'em doin' the same

There's a lot a haters that don't want me to make it

All I want is for you to remember my name

So that you'll never forget me

So that you'll never forget me

So that you'll never forget me

So that you'll never forget me

When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest

Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside

I pop in their mind, a silent killer

Straight out the ghetto a grimy ni**a

My lyrics were potent, my fight was venom

I could kill 'em, when I get in them

Niggas never knew what'd hit em

Legends

For what we done did on these streets

And what we done spit on these records

Blessin'

We take em and put em on beats

n we give em back no question

Grandaddy of th mid-west

Crazy Jackson

The lyrical serial killer

I fell 'em, the innocent is askin' about the mind I master

When it comes to the rhyme I'm faster than half of these niggas rappin'

When it comes to the grind I'm mashin'

No time for second chances

When it all goes down and they put me in my grave

"F**k em all" across my tombstone and bury me with my game

My reputation is solid gold

And my street cred is all polished y'all

Known as th little boss hog in the hood

Boy in my hood I'm a superstar

Niggas in th past try t hold a ni**a down

But I put in my work and checked it checked it

Now these niggas respect it

Knowin I'm th wrong one they wanna mess with

From the gutter

With my brothers

Knowin on these ghetto streets they don't love us

Duckin' these undercovers

These muthaf**kers doin everythin to try n bust us

But these suckas, know they cant touch us

They envy deep in they hearts

Ni**a if they ever try to rush

Ni**a they know we gon' rip 'em apart

Niggas go hard, from the start

Ni**a this heart is my bodyguard

F**k with mine and I'll charge

Little crazy-a** ni**a at large

Pullin cars, on these lanes

Ni**a I never let go of my heat

Stand up man on his feet

Little Lazyie Bone on this beat ni**a

What I got to do for you not to forget who bought you with that straight thug spin

Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it hey!

Bones sing, 'n mixed in with that street talk

'N then the lazy get their creep on

'N he went home, but its all good

He left the right ones an hes still in th hood

Rest in peace, like him when I die I hope they remember me

Thats why I know I gotta reach you with these beats

Its not for nothin remember the thugs for the songs that we sung

N makin it through that struggle, that struggle

It aint easy believe me, we bleedin believe it

Still goin with that hustle, gettin stronger so they remember me