[Chorus:] Hey You can forgive but you can’t forget But you can’t forget Every joy you bring
[Verse 1:] It seems like she forgotten Them dark days no Gotham I’m from where the plot thickens In the big host plotting Looking for info to gossip The stones n*ggas that’s this close to profit Pimps hoes and scholars that lift clothes for dollars Nit foes decided They misguided While other chicks go to college They strive for money Cuz n*gga time is money All disguised as lovely But inside is suddenly The pride come before the fall But then we all stand tall So what’s wrong Before you walk you crawl First you gain everything then you lost it all Now the cards involved And you car getting auctioned off Excuses like you had an abusive life But if you ain’t the abusive type Shorty tell me how that proves you right Only one life to live and you could lose tonight It seems like you’ve forgotten yeah It seems like you’ve forgotten
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[Verse 2:] It seems like he’s forgotten In the streets like possums I’m from where the young die And the police watch the wire Pops is missing all locked in prison You posted on the block with n*ggas with rocks and pistols Then put it all on a gram Cropped the images Stop the insolence Wondering why the cops is killing us Damn that’s no excuse for a hate crime It takes time to hear the truth through the grapevine And great minds think alike Lot of idiots clash Where the broke n*ggas rob in the city of cash For them unmade dollars You’d rather be in the grave before you slave for days to pay homage Stunting on your page for days to raise comments Raved at the minimum wage at late hours Ashamed of your friends who engage like big cowards The world we made ours But it seems you’ve forgotten But it seems you’ve forgotten
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[Verse 3:] It seems I’ve forgotten No amnesia So damn eager even Both hands bleeding No man can grow land thinking no man needs them One hand wash the other Both hands clean Gotta hustle to shine No complaints Fuck it I’m fine the sales made the customers smile I lost track of all my hip hop shit But in my heart is where hip hop lives They say I’m no longer a hip hop kid But who are they to say what hip hop is I was dead broke waiting for a break to come I can’t become that one n*gga that ain’t become who he should have been Fuck all the wouldas and could have beens Them hard times when n*ggas fold I wouldn’t bend Spoiled rotten Tried to put the pat down had to pick it back up again It seems I’ve forgotten You can forgive but you can’t forget But you can’t forgetTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
