Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Forget, artist - Future. Album song Purple Reign, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 16.01.2016
Record label: Gold Cartel Entertainment
Song language: English
Never Forget |
| The streets’ll speak for it |
| Where you standin'? |
| Freeband Gang |
| 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 gonna sell them shits |
| Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit |
| And we ain’t gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich |
| Everything we went through? |
| man I can never forget |
| 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 everything, don’t ever forget it |
| I keep my gun everywhere I go, I never 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 ran through nickel bags of crack I should’ve been in 12th grade |
| I ain’t make my auntie’s funeral, I ain’t never forget it |
| I know she know I love her and I hope she forgive me |
| 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 gonna sell them shits |
| Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit |
| And we ain’t gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich |
| Everything we went through man I can never forget |
| 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 drankin' on my lean, I swear to God I would quit |
| My auntie was a fiend, I used to serve her a hit |
| I’m thankin' God today that she don’t smoke it no more |
| I made so much fuckin' 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 |
| Hittin' licks every day, nigga go sell dope |
| Them Jewish lawyers and accountants, that’s the life that I know |
| 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 gonna sell them shits |
| Young Scooter makin' juggs on them bales and shit |
| And we ain’t gotta talk about it, you can tell we rich |
| Everything we went through man I can never forget |