Right here with me The time has come for you to fly Now that you're free You will always live in me As I lie in this moment Frozen since that day I've been drowning in questions Over and over again Your legacy lives on

Never by the book, always underestimated It's hard to believe the life that you created Making diamonds out of dust It's a legacy that you take to the grave Self made, self made Live and die by the chance we're taking (Self made) Live and die by the

Baby we built this house On memories Take my picture now Shake it til you see it And when your fantasies Become your legacy Promise me a place In your house of memories

How do you want to be remembered? Being rich? Yeah, yeah, uh Visions of seeing my self as some what different Reality got me feeling indifferent I'm lifting this weight of my shoulders But how older I get I reload the clip and sip on something I feel

This is my legacy, legacy, here I used to be the type of kid that would always think the sky is falling There’s no guarantee, it’s not up to me, you can only see This is my legacy, legacy Legacy, legacy Tell me where to go, tell me what to do I'll be

Misery and slaughter we left burning in our wake A legacy of torment is rightfully ours to take We sail the endless oceans We sail the raging seas The quest is never ending It leads us to destiny From lands across the sea we have returned once more With

Built my legacy Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses She on ecstasy Fuck her two times then I left the bitch Not with that extra shit I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch We young and reckless Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians I'm on Perc

I'm leaving my fingerprints It pass me by I'm leaving you my legacy I gotta make my mark I gotta run it hard I want you to remember me I wanna break the mold, I wanna break the stereotype Fist in the air I'm not going down with out a fight It's my life

What they gone' do? Put blindsides on my eyes, young nigga I can feel the money (I can feel the racks) I got some young niggas pull on the opps And they kill for money (they slide they slide) You ever felt a zombie? (Who?) Yo' body gon' smell like vomit

Over the edge I want to believe To the need what you say and the art you create You're digging your grave, my helpless enemy I want to preserve this legacy Again we'll wash away the blood And all the years will start to rust Crashing waves to the fire of