text: Cleveland on my back Ls up when you see me
  Came from the underground now they on tv swear to god haaan
  Aint shit changed 
  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 Vegas 
  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 is 
  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 IMAXs and 3D glasses 
  Yall in family houses like Bob Saget 
  Both parents 
  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-fetched 
  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 aint living this is strife, mixed with Hennessey and some sprite
  But maybe one day they’ll remember me like they remember Mike 
  When I’m gone 
  Uh, Kells 
  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 aint milk this life for everything that its worth  
  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 long 
   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 infinity 
  And the same goes for your bitch 
  Remember me from Kennedy 
  Or East High on the east side where niggas die over anything
  Yeah, Dub-O, 
  Oh, you aint know?
  I got go, I rock shows, I be calling plays like Flaco, 
  But I’m so Cleveland its a damn shame 
  And EST is my damn gang been reppin that since way back and that double X is my campaign 
  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 see 
  I’m in the back but no frontin
  7 days out the week I be working I’m full of hunger 
  That jealousy is the smell of defeat 
  Remember who told you
  I’m gone 
  Remember me when I’m gone 
  When the time is up on my watch 
  And they bury me in that box
  Don’t say I aint give this game everything that I got 
  And when I die remember me like Pac, BANG!