Never Forget Lyrics - Singles - Crooked I

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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