"Forever" lyrics
Do it like your birthday
I made a hundred on my worst day
I had to pray for all them court dates
I remember I was doing bad, I was goin to work late
Aye, these people pay me for my sound
I'm in the studio, with the homies, smoking loud
Asking for handouts, homie you ain't even 'round
You get me back, I get you back, you finna end up in the ground
I'm getting tired of all these people where my purple
If you my homie, what you bringing to the circle
I heard my homie PC'd out, it made me hurt bro
I know my bitches always lurking, always lurk though
Just left the block, I went straight back to the studio
I'm with some bitches and they really like don Julio
But I can't really fuck with them 'cause they gon do me tho
My homie always fall for that little bitch, but she a groupie hoe
I was tryna put my lil homie on with some bread
But he just want to do 2-11s, and rob instead
If you keep fucking with the streets, then you gon end up dead
Money coming in and all these lyrics coming out my head
If you coming to the crib you better tear it
When I'm goin to the Jewler, I'm getting carrots
Spent 400 on a belt, don't even wear it
Spent 400 on a belt, ion even wear it
I spent 400 on my shoes
I had to pay all of my dues
I'm looking right, and back and forwards, like where the hell are all my dudes
I'm getting lazy all the time I had to pour another deuce
My homie always tryna kick it, so we always score on juice
She's tryna ask me how I'm doing, tell this bitch I'm doing great
I called the plug up on the phone, he said "the package coming late"
I'm getting tired of this rap shit, swear to God I need a break
I paid my Jewler a little extra 'cause I ain't even tryna wait
Yeah
Yeah
I made a hundred on my worst day
I had to pray for all them court dates
I remember I was doing bad, I was goin to work late
Aye, these people pay me for my sound
I'm in the studio, with the homies, smoking loud
Asking for handouts, homie you ain't even 'round
You get me back, I get you back, you finna end up in the ground
I'm getting tired of all these people where my purple
If you my homie, what you bringing to the circle
I heard my homie PC'd out, it made me hurt bro
I know my bitches always lurking, always lurk though
Just left the block, I went straight back to the studio
I'm with some bitches and they really like don Julio
But I can't really fuck with them 'cause they gon do me tho
My homie always fall for that little bitch, but she a groupie hoe
I was tryna put my lil homie on with some bread
But he just want to do 2-11s, and rob instead
If you keep fucking with the streets, then you gon end up dead
Money coming in and all these lyrics coming out my head
If you coming to the crib you better tear it
When I'm goin to the Jewler, I'm getting carrots
Spent 400 on a belt, don't even wear it
Spent 400 on a belt, ion even wear it
I spent 400 on my shoes
I had to pay all of my dues
I'm looking right, and back and forwards, like where the hell are all my dudes
I'm getting lazy all the time I had to pour another deuce
My homie always tryna kick it, so we always score on juice
She's tryna ask me how I'm doing, tell this bitch I'm doing great
I called the plug up on the phone, he said "the package coming late"
I'm getting tired of this rap shit, swear to God I need a break
I paid my Jewler a little extra 'cause I ain't even tryna wait
Yeah
Yeah
