Forever Known Songtext
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Forever Known Songtext
(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 (brr, brr, brr)
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, personally 'bout all that scrimmage
Is what it is, uh, was what it was, uh, could′ve been
I′ma stack them bands up, make a stairway to heaven then
Yeah, uh, what Kanye say? About my winnings bitch, uh
Get a brand new chain, new whip, then show who the slaves
Get a brand new belt, B.B. 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
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 (brr, brr, brr)
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, personally 'bout all that scrimmage
Is what it is, uh, was what it was, uh, could′ve been
I′ma stack them bands up, make a stairway to heaven then
Yeah, uh, what Kanye say? About my winnings bitch, uh
Get a brand new chain, new whip, then show who the slaves
Get a brand new belt, B.B. 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
Writer(s): Taajwar Latimore, Gregory Sanders, Iana Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com