Remi

His money's clean, his shoes are tied
Never wants to step a foot outside
He's a man, he's a legend, he's a money making fiend
What you think of the

What does he mean, he's already tired
He's got a spliff in his hand when he's already high
He's a man, he's a legend, he's a money making fiend
What you think of the

He's just a man, who's got a rule
For sticking up for those who are kinda cruel
It's in his blood baby he's just being honest with you

How does it feel, when he's alive
He runs behind a picture with those painted eyes
The feeling of emotion is the feeling of the rhythm that's inside of you

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Remi's got a gun, cigarette in his mouth and he's ready to blow
Talking to his mama with a picture in her hand, you never cared before

Son put it down you're not ready to do what you're gonna do
But Remi's feeling clustered because nobody knows what he's going through

He's ready to go, he's got one in the chamber and he knows he's done
Son you did what you were gonna do now baby put down the gun

But Remi's feeling tired, he's feeling hateful inside and he's ready to shoot
So Remi pulls the trigger not know if he really thought this through

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