FUTURE

FUTURE - Never Forget lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

The streets'll speak for it

Where you standing? Freeband Gang

(Hook)

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit

Two hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit

My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick

Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm goin' to sell them shits

Young Scooter making juggs on them bales and shit

And we ain't got to talk about it, you can tell we rich

Everythin' we went thru'? man I can neva forget

(Verse)

By the time I was seven, my Uncle Wayne was in prison

We used to take a trip once a month and go visit

My Grandma and my Granddad, yeah, they all suspicious

Just say no to drugs, hell nah I ain't listen

And loyalty is everythin', don't eva forget it

I keep my gun everywhere I go, I neva forget it

'And why your Sprite so pink?' I got Promethazine in it

'Why you drive your car nervous?' I got dope all in it

I custom made a cross from the money I made

I threw nickel bands of crack, I should've been in 12th grade

I ain't make my auntie's funeral, I ain't neva forget it

I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me

(Hook)

I dedicated every damn thing to this

I had to take a loss so I could cherish this shit

Two hundred pounds of kush, I'm tryna sell that shit

My migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick

Soon as I get my hands on it, I'm goin' to sell them shits

Young Scooter making juggs on them bales and shit

And we ain't got to talk about it, you can tell we rich

Everythin' we went thru' man I can neva forget

(Verse 2)

I'm the nigga got your sister on the mollies and shit

You can tell I ain't the same cause I acknowledged the bitch

I'm dranking on my lean, I swear to God I would quit

My auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit

I'm thanking God today that she don't smoke it no more

I made so much fucking money I put a safe in the floor

We got traps in every hood, I used to serve out the stove

I still own the chopper and the old .44

Stick 'em up, hit 'em up, get it and go

We got bags full of cash that we ready to blow

Hitting licks every day, nigga go sell dope

Them Jewish lawyers and accountants, that's the life that I know

(Hook)

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