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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Dave East
Vocals
Ransom
Ransom
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
David Brewster
Songwriter
Randy Nicholls
Randy Nicholls
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Prophecy
Prophecy
Producer
David Strauss
David Strauss
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
Man
I'd like to, I'd like to say my farewells and my goodbyes
I'm done with this shit, man
It's time to live life
For real
No more bullshit, man
I promise
Let's go
[Verse 1]
Damn, here's my farewells to the street life
Farewells
I'm from a place where if you talk proper, they say you speak white
Ironically, a long sentence'll lead to a couple brief kites
Damn
A cot inside a six by nine should help you to sleep tight
This our history I recite
Farewell to them **** in stairwells who no longer breathe life
I shake my fist to release dice and pray that I don't ace out
Get 'em
But if you're planning a win, you gots to replace doubt
That Ran gonna send and plot his escape route
Yes
Don't gotta ask what you pray 'bout
Nah
If you get that kiss from death, you'll never make out
Mwah
A lion could never play mouse
Could try, but you'll never break out
Farewell to them nights, was lying on Ray's couch
Farewell
Had nowhere to sleep through the week, surviving the days out
Damn
I'd be dead if I couldn't rap, or doin' life because I wouldn't rat
What good is that? I used to flood my hood with smack
Good is that? Ah
I understood that I stood for more, I built my name and I stood on that
Yeah
The farther you try to slip away, the harder they try to pull you back
That's facts
[Chorus]
Damn, just say your goodbyes and farewells
Just sitting in a square cell, scared to God 'cause you fear Hell
Goodbye, bye
You told your dear daughter that you won't dare tell
She cried, was sent to your tear as soon as her tears fell
But why?
We wasn't born just to die
I'm doing more than survive
It's either tortured alive or receive your portion of pie
I need all mine
Now we only offer goodbyes
Only thing we offerin', ****
Goodbye
[Verse 2]
Farewell to all them project nights, no parking, we double park
We took in price, your mom's gave birth, but the judge could off her life
Farewell to the hallway lights, they flicker when we enter
When **** park their bikes
Hope is still out there, oh, you gonna walk the night?
Farewell to the nightmares when I sleep, I seen the poltergeist
Grandma talked with Christ, I found Allah, can't do no pork, aight?
Farewell to the bros I lost, ups and downs in life
Rough as the smokers cough, to separate from rock, kinda like Hova thought
Switch the weed, farewell to the train, this whip a different speed
Farewell to the hand to hand with grams when it was ten degrees
Like ****, please, I dealt with bigotry, you know, they dislike
I sent kites, the lifers, they write me back just for insight
They ask me about these foreigns, fishbowl 'em, just keep the tint light
Black rose, I tatted on my windpipe, farewell that WIC nights
And EBTs, we sold it in the store like it was DVDs
Farewell to TMZ, trying to watch us like TNT
BNB, I ain't stayed in one since they took Pop
Watch how I stand right here in my spot
I had a few grams when I first got knocked
Hopped out them vans when they came to the block
Chop me a hand, better shoot till they drop
Cop me some land, if I use it or not
I got with Ran, **** knew this was hot
I'ma get love, don't care who in the spot
You could get shot just for movin' a lot
He ain't as tough as you think, look what he drink
He probably take hookah from thots
It was just me and Stoop that got locked
Shooter forever, you know him or not
We handle drama like Oprah, you get a shot
You get a, you get a shot
[Chorus]
Damn, just say your goodbyes and farewells
Just sitting in a square cell, scared to God 'cause you fear Hell
Goodbye, bye
You told your dear daughter that you won't dare tell
She cried, was sent to your tear
[Outro]
Second class citizenship is nothing but a modern version of slavery
Which means that according to him, his definition, slavery still exists
Twenty million black people here in America are still slaves
The Emancipation Proclamation and the Civil War were fought for nothing
Goodbye
Written by: David Brewster, David Brewster Jr., Kieston Lorrin Reece, Randy Nicholls
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