Never Forget (Explicit) - Crooked I/Eddie Fontaine

I'm broker than a b**ch and I'm sick and tired

I'm feelin' like I'm walkin' in fire

I'm feeling like I'm Jo Jo Dancer

Before I expire can I get rich prior

In Longbeach them bullets whizz by ya

Clapper ain't a rapper still it spit fire

It ain't no jobs; nobody gets hired

So to escape it junkies get higher

Six in the morning hustling on the corner

Tryna get out that abyss I was born in

Switch me with Foreman

Rumble In the Jungle'

Piss me you're gonna

Get mixed with no warning

Piss poor got my school clothes

From the thrift store

Just a ghetto boy like the fifth ward

So I dropped out thinkin' this war

Ni**a get yours

Cash over b**ches true religion

You see what's going on through the kitchen

We steppin' on crack

Same ** broke ya mother's

Back like the superstition

Me and the boys is sellin' poison

Like we three members of New Edition

You said we'll die or get threw in prison

If I make a song about it who would listen

I'm walkin' down the street

Ni**a broke as f**k

Lookin' for a deuce tryna patch up

But the change is loose so

Every cent counts no doubt

I was walkin' down the street

With my ni**a 'Skinny Kenny' on my side

B**ches passing by

Niggas won't let a ni**a ride so he stuck that's why

I'm walkin' down the street

Tryin' to catch the bus

Just to catch the train headed to Lyon

Tryna do my thing

Cause I just can't stop I can't stop

And it's real as real it gets

I struggled for years

Just to breathe in this b**ch

So I'll never forget

Some of us die some got threw in prison

I wanna ride for a new position

I wanna make a album about my life

But in this music bid'ness

Tell me who would listen

What you wanna hear: truth or fiction

Petty niggas talkin' about they movin' shipments

Like UPS but you BS so your birds

Wouldn't know what to do with pigeons

Keep it one hundred every time I rock a beat

And I done it deep from the heart I sleep

With a gun I dream about peace

But not the one under the pillow motherf**ker

Glock-9 rather rock mics

Put a stop sign on the block life

Slangin' hot lines over rock pipes

Then I got signed I'm in the spotlight

CL600 silver Benz makin' love to my dividends

Gettin' calls from my relatives

I never knew at all

And niggas that never been my friends

Niggas that never been my friends

I didn't change

You niggas changed the way you treat me

Just because I'm

Ridin' down the street with my top down

Got a bad b**ch sittin' on my side

Rubbin' on my thigh wonderin' why

I'm so motherf**kin' fly and I smile

Cause she knows

I drop her off and pick up one mo'

Everyday that's how it goes

In every way that's how it goes

I'm ridin' down the street

With my ni**a 'Skinny Kenny' on my side

In that black-on-black 'Lac sittin' on them sixes

Man this money sh*t is addictive

And it's real as real as it get

It's funny how sh*t flips

So f**k you and that b**ch

I'll never forget

I'll never forget man

How you niggas gon' hate on me huh

I'm a top rhymin' Section 8

Spraying Raid on roaches ni**a man

You niggas should be inspired

By me I came from nothing

Aight That's real motherf**kin' talk dog

When I lay that GT coupe out

On the boulevard ni**a

It came from nothing

Niggas supposed to be inspired right now

Nah mean You should salute a ni**a like me