The Jacka, Ampichino, Live Cinema - Remember Me lyrics

We never planned or ever ran from nothing
My niggas working tan the
Working mans a sucka
I'm first class on United to Russia
Fresh from Copenhagen bitches beg
Me to touch em i'm from the Mob I only talk
To bitches bringing me money
I was in Prague they listen to me
Got the whole UK love me
I'm not a Laker but I staple
Your center I was in London
With my Ahks making Rakats but
They Kater from Yemen
I probably tell you what you thinkin'
Fore you finish a sentence
A nigga it'll kill he
Ain't finish his business
Everybody bout to die unless
They finishing with us
Shout to everybody fly from the
Slit your throat 'fore you lie that's
The code that we living
They paved the road for I & I
So it's hope for the killers, mob
Don't fall in love, you on the rise
It ain't no hope for your feeling mob