Only The Family, Lil Durk - Remembrance lyrics

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 remembrance

Oh, 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 don't 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 unarmed

Bring 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