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Forever Known

 

Forever Known

(альбом: TTB: STREETS CHOSE ME - 2021)


(I got Hitman on the beat)

Yes I may forgive but not forget, I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out, put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping, lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds, where it's clientele
Post Office plays, P.O. box, I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side, still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma, still strapped in there

Niggas tried to tax me on some bowls, made em' pay a proper fair
Old Testament inside my hands, nigga cause' you took it there
Speed racing, I ain't even have no license, got pulled over, played musical chairs
Gotta' keep a real tight circle in this bitch, we don't fuck with none of y'all squares
In a SRT off a Perc, doing 130 but I'm way over that limit
I ain't got none like I'm Master P, [?] scrimmage
Is what it is, was what it was, could've been
I'ma stack them bands up, make a stairway to heaven then
Yeah, uh, what Kanye say? About my winnings bitch
Get a brand new chain, new whip, then show who the slaves
Get a brand new belt, BB Simon, dang
Spend them bands and get it back, real boomerang gang

Yes I may forgive but not forget, I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out, put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping, lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds, where it's clientele
Post Office plays, P.O. box, I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side, still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma, still strapped in there

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