Yeah, farewell
Hey, farewell
All my niggas farewell
Fayettenam
Look, some niggas let their dirt out
Some just keep it all in ‘em
So when a man dies all his secrets go with him
And fade. A part of history no longer known
Done did a lot of dirt I’ll bury with me when I’m gone
When my story’s told, how will they tell it?
Will they say I was a giver or remember I was selfish?
Will they say I was a sinner or pretend I was a saint? ...