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• Artiste: Quelle Chris
• Titre: WYRM
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Will you remember me? I woke up at 5 in the morning, wondered, "Why"? When every breath is just a step to death Every ghost, another second best When I die, will I survive, or will I fade until there's nothin' left? A second guess before I light up An orange and white up, but I'm pressed 'Til the stress takes another 0 and 1 lead Ain't been the same since since the 2B let it bleed through me So I joined the twenty-seven entertainer heaven And live it up real proper, king shit, 'til they dead him In between the lines of each rhyme Is the same saying Will you remember me? Am I just a moment for few to see? Another black face rapper nigga on a cash chase? Dozen for a dime, penny for your mind at one time? Hopin' the next sleep that I meet Ain't the brother with a cousin named RIP before his come up came I know the game Same shit that had Pac in the tub with the chain, switchin' lanes Kane in the robe with Godivas Growin' pains, family Seaver Often understated, but they need us Will you remember me? Over twenty albums deep Still a new artist every two harvests Candid creep off another peak, can it be? Closer, yet further away every leap Will you remember me? Yo, came to at eight in the evenin' Well, even if I'm still dreamin' It's all for the bass, so Fast mistake and the story got lost in the pathos Uh-oh, moments to fix You need to get more than just make-up Never worry where the hunger went Which is why they couldn't see what he was comin' with I learned the spares I can recreate anything that these niggas claimin' is too legit It would only make me the same as what I aim to shift So for these gifts, would you remember me? Will I be one of the greatest that's never listed on pages next to B.I.G Tryin' to guide a script of my life, but this ain't D&D Rollin' the die since LB 3E True as LB I would peel a cool mil off my last piece And get the whole fam' a new lease But reality and optimism don't often coincide Again, forced to swallow pride until my next reach By then, will you remember me?