I'm going to make sure you never forget me. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Going through the struggles everyday on this pavement. In every hood I see them doing the same. There's a lot of haters that don't want me to make it. All I want is for you to remember my name. So that you never forget me. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. Han. So that you never forget me. So that you never forget me. So that you never forget me. So that you never forget me. When I'm dead and gone. They gonna remember me as being one of them lyabas. Dignein ghetto survivors. When the think to erase I. They pop in their minds, the silent killer. Straight off the gutter. A criming. But lyrics more potent. Than if I could spill them or if I could kill em. When I get in them, never knew what hit em. Legends, for what we done did on the streets And what we done spit on these records. Blessings. We take em and put em on peace. And we give em back no question. Granddaddy of the Midwest. Crazy Jackson. The lyrical serial killer. I fell on the innocent. Since asking over the mind. I'm master. When it comes to the rhyme. I'm faster than half of these. Rapping. When it comes to the ground. I'm massing. No time for second chances. When it all goes down. When they put me in my grave. They scoop them all across my tombstone. And bury me with my grave. Always know the struggles. Every day on this pavement. In every hood. I see em doing the same. There's a lot of haters. That don't want me to make it. All I want is peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. We Airport. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. Peace. So I got to do for you not to forget who brought you in that straight, thumb spit. Sped up a little bit. We got some talk with that harmonie all over it. Hey, but I'm sayin'. Then we mixed it with that street talk and we're no delay. Easy, he let us get our creep on. And then he went home. But it's all good. He left the right ones. But once he's still in the hood, rest in peace, baby. Like him, when I die, I hope they remember me, me. That's why I don't lie when I reach you with these B's, B's. It's not for nothing, remember the thugs for the songs that we sung. And making it through that struggle, that struggle, it ain't easy. Believe me, we breezy. Believe it. Still going on, hustle things strong. I do it so they remember me. Going through the struggles every day on this pavement. In every hood, I see them doing the same. There's a lot of 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. Going through the struggles every day on this pavement. In every hood, I see them doing the same. There's a lot of 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. So that you'll never forget me.