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Never Forget (feat. Eddie Fontaine)

I'm broker than a bitch and I'm sick and tired

I'm feelin' like I'm walkin' in fire

I'm feeling like I'm jojo dancer before I expire

In long beach them bullets wiz by ya

Clappa ain't a rapper still it spit fire

In ain't no jobs nobody gets hired

So to escape it junkies get higher

6 in the morning hustling on the corner

Tryin' to get out that abyss

I was born and switch me with form

And rumble in the jungle piss me your gonna get

Mixed with no warning

Piss poor got my school clothes from the thrift store

Just a ghetto boy like the 5th ward

So I dropped out thinkin' this war

Nigga get yours

Cash over bitches true religion

You see what's going on through the kitchen

We steppin' on crack same drug broke

Your mothers back like the superstition

Me and the boys is sellin' poison

Like we three members of new edition

You said we'll die or get threw in prison

If I make a song about it who would listen

I'm walkin' down the street nigga broke as fuck

Lookin' for a deuce tryin' to patch up

But the change is lose so as we sit down, no doubt

I was walkin' down the street with my nigga Skinny Kinny

On my side, bitches passing by

Niggas won't let a nigga rise so he stuck

I'm walkin' down the street tryin' to catch the bus

Just to catch the train headed to Lyon

Tryin' to do my thing cause I just can't stop, I can't stop

And it's real as real it gets

I struggled for years just to breathe in this bitch

Some of us die some got threw in prison

I wanna ride for a new position

I wanna make an album about my life but in this music business tell me who would listen

Whatchu' wanna hear truth or fiction

Petty niggas talkin' about they movin' shipments

Like UPS but you BS

so your birds wouldn't know what to do with pigeons

Keep it hunnid every time I rock a beat

And I done it deep from the heart I sleep with a gun

I dream about peace but not the one under the pillow motherfucker

Glock 9 rather rock mics put a stop sign

On the block life slingin' hot lines

Over rock pipes then I got signed

I'm in the spotlight

CL600 silver Benz makin' love to my dividends

Gettin' calls from relatives I never knew at all

And niggas that never been my friends

Niggas that never been my friends

You niggas changed the way you treat me

Ridin' down the street with my top down

Got a bad bitch sittin' on my side rubbin' on my thigh

Wondering why I'm so motherfuckin' fly and I smile

I drop her off pick up one more everyday that's how it goes

In every way that's how it goes

I'm ridin' down the street with my nigga Skinny Kinny on my side

In that black on back 'lac sittin' on them 6's

Man this money shit is addictive

And its real as real as it gets

It's funny how shit flips so fuck you and that bitch

I'll never forget man

How you niggas gonna hate on me

I'm a top rhyming, section A

Spraying raid on roaches nigga man

You niggas should be inspired by me

A'right, that's real motherfucker talk dog

When I lay that GT coupe on the boulevard

Nigga it came from nothing

You nigga supposed to be inspired right now

You just a looter nigga like me

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