When I’m Gone

[Verse 1: SCUM]
Who the fuck do you think you are and just how far do you wanna go?
Before your cold remains are stored in a box, so that is what you ought to know
Though you have to show that you ain't no hoe
But you better slow your motherfucking roll
Or you will get to meet your maker, take a wrong turn, you struck a wall
Downfall, not a lengthy process
Gone this quick and not a way to climb
Who to call on when nobody wants this drama
And when someone thinks you're out of line
Make you drink that wine full of cyanide?
That is crimson red, you might be dead
We'll be crying when you fry tonight
And when that light goes out who will miss you then?
No one if you never gave a fuck about anybody but yourself, you're gone
All alone on your grave tombstone, never gets no traffic, no respect is shown
But you have to own the way you live if you don't condone the way you get
Tell me why did your ass now try and decide to make a change, now you pay for that
You can bet your soul and lose it
Don't refuse it when the Devil comes
To collect, have self-respect and pay motherfuckers when you owe them sums
Show them SCUM ain't the only one that has someone to be remembered by
And don't lie like you do not want that but you'll be forgotten when you have to die

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's not about who's finna show up at your funeral
But who will still remember you when the hype is through (Through, through)
Who's making sure that those you leave behind are good and all
How many claims I will not forget when you die are true? (True, true)
Well we shall find out, I guess we'll have to
But I would rather take my time, would rather find (Find, find)
Out if I care if those that are phony go before me
I doubt I will as long as the real ones are left behind

[Verse 2: M.A.D & Ant Dog]
Wake up in the morning when I pray for peace
I'm choosing violence, the Devil working to keep me low, just die in these streets
Got my Madopelli charm reflecting myself back
Who gon' carry off my casket, my kids imaging that
I done lost too many homies who kept it real on the grind
I done lost too many friends who was faking as fate defines
So I load up all my hollows, the ego's against my fam
Ride for my dawgs when we kill 'em, the Son of Sam
Living a life full of selfishness
Lend a hand, they abuse this shit
Now they run with the snakes to the top knowing they full of shit
Got no time for the weak links, loyalty is not given
It is something that's earned, better roll the dice, it's your turn
And when I, and when I'm dead and gone they hopefully remember me
I put more time into others and watch myself bleed
Self-mutilation at its finest, now picking up all the pieces
I fucked up, stay on track 'cause you'll never know

[Chorus: SCUM]
It's not about who's finna show up at your funeral
But who will still remember you when the hype is through (Through, through)
Who's making sure that those you leave behind are good and all
How many claims I will not forget when you die are true (True, true)
Well we shall find out, I guess we'll have to
But I would rather take my time, would rather find (Find, find)
Out if I care if those that are phony go before me
I doubt I will as long as the real ones are left behind