Forget About Me

Walk down slow in the light source Tell my bitch I make a livin' on the race course Fuck a nigga walking like he own the fucking court I swing with force See, I never sell you shit I killed that shit and show it's lit Bitch, I played the fucking day You never thought it Placin' cash up on my table Never fucking not Breaking windows Do my shit I never really stop Never shot Never pull up on the back of shit I know my fucking town (yeah) Running rage with no shit to know Playing games with no place to go Taking names, I got shit to show Top down when your bitch low Strolling 'round the wave Taking sounds I never fade Laying bitches on the ground And say some shit I never gave Rock the shit I made from day one Burn slow when shit fun Come 'round The last day Break down I don't play Think 'bout shit Ain't shit to get Niggas play my fucking hit Talking bitches Won't you take my word? I never wanna check Shoot down niggas with the gold crown Never know 'bout me Down a bitch I make no sound Fake niggas say that they come with the pound Run by me Shot face down (yeah) Back again I'm on the fucking map No fucking gap Waving to the place I always knew I'd never really set Say the trees low When the lights flow Ask shit I don't know Stack, stack, my case though Backpack the condo Money always talk Got no class That bitch a thot Running checks around the person that I thought would take a pot Better stay Fuck a cot Fuck your story and your plot Bitch, I'm always with the Stockton niggas claiming that they hot Put my input in the big pot Came back My brain stop Smackdown Yo flat top Slow down Your damn pot Watch with The damn team Thought shit My thoughts mean U.K., that bitch clean Don't rush That shit sick Niggas talking say they fly Bitch like, "Look back, that's the guy" Never will you fucking try Clever while I fucking die Take a step and make a bet Make a switch-up on the set Thinking 'bout the niggas from my back I never fucking met