| 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? |
| Will I go down as a winner, what’s the picture they gon' paint? |
| Wouldn’t say that I’m a quitter, that’s one thing I know I ain’t |
| Will they tarnish, will they taint? Glorify me, over-think? |
| Say they know me, say I’m great? Say I’m phoney, I was fake? |
| Say the things about me that they never told me to my face? |
| I was loved I was hated, just a nigga with a dream |
| I’m a liar, I was honest, I was all of these things |
| When I’m gone let em talk, they discussing who I am |
| When they bury me just know I wasn’t nothing but a man |
| Wasn’t nothin' but a man |
| This for them niggas climbin' heaven’s stairwell |
| Yeah, hey farewell |
| Yeh, hey farewell |
| This for niggas climbin' heaven’s stairwell |
| I pray you farewell |
| I bid you farewell |
| Yeah, hey, farewell |
| Yeah, yeah |