Forget About Me

Walk down slow in the light source

Tell my bitch I make a living on the race course

Fuck a **** walking like he own the fucking court

I sing 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

Placing 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 talk (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, takin' souls 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

Breakdown, I don't play

Think 'bout shit ain't shit to get

**** play my fucking hit

Talking bitches, won't you take my word?

I never wanna check

Shoot down **** with the gold crown

Never know 'bout me

Down a bitch

I make no sound

Fake **** say that they come with the pound

Run by me

Shot face down

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 ****

Claiming that they hot

Put my input in the big pot

Came back, my brain's stop

Smack down your flat top

Slow down your damn pot

Watch with the damn team

Thought shit, my thoughts mean

UK, that bitch clean

Don't rush, that shit see

**** 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 ****

From my back I never fucking met