Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forever (Freestyle), artist - Royce 5'9.
Date of issue: 13.07.2010
Song language: English
Forever (Freestyle) |
I’ll be shutting niggas up when I taaalk |
But nothings ever gonna get done to me (mee!) |
Y’all ain’t gon' do nothing at aaaall! |
I’m a be talkin' shit forever man! |
Ever man, ever man… |
Shut the fuck up when I taaaalk! |
Nothing’s ever gonna get done to me (mee!) |
Y’all ain’t gon' do nothing at aaaall! |
I talk about your ass forever man! |
Ever man, ever man… Hh! |
Ever man! |
Hehe! |
— Last name Voorhees, first name Jason! |
Like a loaded pistol boy ain’t nothin' to play with! |
You don’t want no problems, the drama be too horrendous |
Fuck you and your feelings, you momma the who offended! |
Pimpin' ain’t easy, but bitch I’m in the building |
I’m the smack man! |
— I got a back hand like Serena Williams! |
He hungry like them Africans on the TV asking feed the children |
Even though he be eating like he Silician! |
(whooo!) |
I sweat brilliance, I shit genius |
You on fire till I come by you and extinguish! |
I’m distinguised! |
— I'm bout to quit writing, |
You 'bout to grow a set of hooters while a nigga just winging! |
(whooo!) |
My dick swinging! |
— It's slappin' my leg so much the shits stingin' |
You heard who better than me, bitch bring 'em! |
Uhhh! |
— He stepped up like Rocky, he’ll probably be finished (whooo!) |
He’ll go from looking like he Balboa to Rocky Dennis! |
You thought you was winning 'til every tooth in your mouth is in |
A pouch in your pocket, the next time you talk to your dentist! |
(yeeah!) |
These lame nigga’s say they body’s is endless |
Get in my lane they license to kill — is probably suspended, |
UHHH! |
— I'm fly! |
Feeling like I got wings and I’m in the air |
I miss my flight tell the pilot I said I’ll meet you there! |
(there!) |
Cause he too rare! |
— There should be a sign on every vocal |
Booth that’s says if Nickel-9 — choose to do your beat beware! |
Last name (Pay Me) — first name (Fuck you!) |
You collect and call me by my alias, it’s? |
Find me with your bitch my dick out — with a mouth on it |
Take her round the corner a couple times — put some miles on it! |
Take her round monsters! |
— OG's that used to be slaves |
For Reagen helping to fund the Iran contra! |
Poster boy for gun wrap |
I got all kind of rhymes done about my guns cousin cause I got — tons of them! |
I ain’t no — industry nigga, I don’t do no events! |
(uh-huh!) |
I got some red carpets that under my shoes in the Benz! |
He so street — when he do it, the sewers is twin |
He spit that shit! |
— He just spit it into the pen! |
(whooo!) |
When it come to rhyming, I’m a Ducatti your dude is a Schwinn (c'mon!) |
I don’t do parties and you? |
— You just do men! |
My crew just too sick! |
Your crew got poopa scoop dicks! |
My crew just drinking? |
chicks nigga! |
— Y'all ain’t gon' do SHIT! |
Slaughterhouse dynamic is Ortiz too mature for beef |
Joey kill you with his words! |
me? |
I do it forcefully! |
Crooked is the smart one, |
But don’t you get it twisted that nigga there he will kill ya! |
— Beanie Si' I |
ain’t hear him! |
When I brain storm actual rain comes |
I am — one with the streets, I Sam — Cooks the beat until change comes! |
(C'MON!) |
My brain got different compartments, |
When it holds the ?, when it holds the explosives! |
One just got a note in it that says on it homie knows that he dope he |
Stay on his toes he ferocious, he hopeless the focus on me |
With negative energy! |
— You'll only lose your focus! |
— I am not the best, |
I am death; |
now let God and Satan iron out the rest! |
Ha-ha-ha! |
Ha-ha-ha-ha! |
That’s the victory laugh. |
Ha-ha-ha! |
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha! |
And since I can’t doin' another nigga beat… |
But I try thinkin' I’m dissin' him! |
Shout out my nigga, Drake! |
Now get the fuck out my face 'fore I fuck you up! |