Crooked I - Never Forget lyrics

[Verse 1: Crooked I] I'm broker than a b**h and I'm sick and tired I'm feelin' like I'm walkin' in fire I'm feeling like I'm Jo Jo Dancer Before I expire, can I get rich prior? In Longbeach them bullets whizz by ya Clapper ain't a rapper still it spit fire It ain't no jobs; nobody gets hired So to escape it junkies get higher Six in the morning hustling on the corner Tryna get out that abyss, I was born in Switch me with Foreman, 'Rumble In the Jungle' Piss me, you're gonna get mixed with no warning Piss poor, got my school clothes, from the thrift store Just a ghetto boy, like the fifth ward So I dropped out thinkin' this war, n***a get yours Cash over b**hes true religion You see what's going on through the kitchen We steppin' on crack Same drug broke ya mother's 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... [Hook: Eddie Fontaine] I'm walkin' down the street, n***a broke as f** Lookin' for a deuce, tryna patch up But the change is loose so every cent counts, no doubt I was walkin' down the street With my n***a 'Skinny Kenny' on my side, b**hes pa**ing by n***as won't let a n***a ride so he stuck, that's why I'm walkin' down the street, tryin' to catch the bus Just to catch the train, headed to Lyon Tryna 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 b**h So I'll never forget... [Verse 2: Crooked I] Some of us die, some got threw in prison I wanna ride, for a new position I wanna make a album about my life But in this music bid'ness tell me who would listen What you wanna hear: truth or fiction? Petty n***as talkin' about they movin' shipments Like UPS, but, you BS so your birds Wouldn't know what to do with pigeons Keep, it one hundred 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 motherf**er Glock-9, rather rock mics Put a stop sign, on the block life Slangin' 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 my relatives I never knew at all And n***as that never been my friends n***as that never been my friends ... I didn't change You n***as changed the way you treat me, just because I'm [Hook: Eddie Fontaine] Ridin' down the street, with my top down Got a bad b**h, sittin' on my side Rubbin' on my thigh, wonderin' why I'm so motherf**in' fly, and I smile, cause she knows I drop her off and pick up one mo' Everyday that's how it goes, in every way that's how it goes I'm ridin' down the street With my n***a 'Skinny Kenny' on my side In that black-on-black, 'Lac sittin' on them sixes Man this money sh**, is addictive And it's real, as real as it get It's funny how sh** flips, so f** you and that b**h I'll never forget... [Outro: Crooked I] I'll never forget man How you n***as gon' hate on me, huh? I'm a top rhymin', Section 8 Spraying Raid on roaches n***a man You n***as should be inspired by me I came from nothing Aight? That's real motherf**in' talk dog When I lay that GT coupe out on the boulevard n***a It came from nothing... n***as supposed to be inspired right now Nah mean? You should salute a n***a like me