Future - Never Forget lyrics

Nayvadius DeMun Wilburn

[Future - Never Forget lyrics]

(yeah, yeah)
Escomoe, the coolest DJ in the world
(yeah, yeah)
Ayy, the streets'll speak for it
We ain't standin'? Freeband Gang
(yeah, yeah, yeah) dJ Esco, let's go

I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so
I could cherish this shit
Two hundred pounds of kush
I'm tryna sell that shit
My 'migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it
I'ma sell them shit's
Young Scooter makin' juggs on
Them bales and shit
And we ain't gotta talk about it
You can tell we rich
Everything we went through, man
I can never forget

By the time I was seven
My Uncle Wayne was in prison
We used to take a trip once
A month and go visit
My Grandma and my Granddad, yeah
They all suspicious
Just say no to drugs, hell nah I ain't listen
And loyalty is everything
I'll never forget it
I keep my gun everywhere I go
I'll never forget it
"And why your Sprite so pink?"
I got Promethazine in it
"Why you drive your car nervous?" I
Got dope all in it (Let's go)
I custom made a cross from the money I made
(Money I made)
Off them nickel bags of crack
I should’ve been in twelfth grade
I ain't make my auntie funeral
I ain't never forget it
I know she know I love her
And I hope she forgive me

I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so
I could cherish this shit
Two hundred pounds of kush
I'm tryna sell that shit
My 'migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it
I'ma sell them shit's
Young Scooter makin' juggs on
Them bales and shit
And we ain't gotta talk about it
You can tell we rich
Everything we went through, man
I can never forget

I'm the nigga got your sister
On the Mollies and shit
You can tell I act the same
'cause I acknowledge the bitch
I'm drankin' on my lean
I swear to God I would quit
My auntie was a fiend
I used to serve her a hit
I'm thankin' God today that she
Don't smoke it no more
I made so much fuckin' money
I put a safe in the floor
We got traps in every hood
I used to serve out the stove
I still own the chopper and the old 44
Stick 'em up, hit 'em up, get it and go
We got bags full of cash
That we ready to blow
Hittin' licks every day, nigga go sell dope
Them Jewish lawyers and accountants
That's the life that I know

I dedicated every damn thing to this
I had to take a loss so
I could cherish this shit
Two hundred pounds of kush
I'm tryna sell that shit
My 'migo said fuck it, he gon' mail the brick
Soon as I get my hands on it
I'ma sell them shit's
Young Scooter makin' juggs on
Them bales and shit
And we ain't gotta talk about it
You can tell we rich
Everything we went through, man
I can never forget

DJ Esco

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