Testo DON'T FORGET - EST Gee
Testo della canzone DON'T FORGET (EST Gee), tratta dall'album EL TORO 2
(Pipe that shit up, TNT)
(FOREVEROLLING)
I don't fit in with these niggas, did the best I could
And they ain't grow up how I grew up, I come from the hood
I had to stand over a stepper to get it understood
And EST the new Death Row, I'm a more gangster Suge
Won't catch me linkin' with no rappers, they don't fuck with Dugg
It ain't that serious, it's the principle, I come from the mud
I made some gold songs, some platinum, and still fuck with drugs
I don't do no exaggeratin' or cappin' shit, it's what it was
I'm actually known for overreacting, let's jump straight to guns
And then play dumb, I don't know what happened, get in front the judge
I learned the truth and that's my package, turn shake into buds
Know Lil taught me how to drop crack, Meech taught me one-on-ones
I taught myself how to double back, make sure you get it done
Then show the same shit I learned to all my lil' bruhs
It's either pick me out the bunch, I'm the realest one
I was on my way to get that Lamb' when I heard the feds come
I had to pull off in the parking, made my legs numb
Can't show no sympathy for no rat even if your mans won
I pray for lil' bro don't get the max, he ain't even twenty-one
I got they daughters and they sons 'til they sentence done
We made a pact in blood, I hope y'all don't forget
Might come back, bite you in your ass what you say to a bitch
Might come back, bite you in your ass what you post in them pics
Might come back, bite you in your ass, keep putting your phone on click
You in the streets or on the fence? Nigga, you gotta pick
You gotta take whatever come with it, you out here takin' risks
You gotta take whatever come with it, you can't take off a switch
You gotta take whatever come with it, you on the indictment list
In 2016, 'fore I made a 16
I had 16 going for like 16
Wasn't no such thing as exotic weed, it was Sour D
Would your mama see what I became, I know she proud of me
I never thought I'd see the day that I fall out with Lee
You 'posed to put him on the floor, I thought you loved me
I see where the trust lead, fuck you if it's fuck me
But still don't want nobody hurt you, do that me weak?
Then I come through every time perfect, all your times of need
Maybe if karma called, the courtesy would've helped me see
And I took it personally, what work for you don't work for me
Gave niggas work for free when I was barely worth a G
We made a pact in blood, I hope y'all don't forget
Might come back, bite you in your ass what you say to a bitch
Might come back, bite you in your ass what you post in them pics
Might come back, bite you in your ass keep putting your phone on click
You in the streets or on the fence? Nigga, you gotta pick
You gotta take whatever come with it, you out here takin' risks
You gotta take whatever come with it, you can't take off a switch
You gotta take whatever come with it, you on the indictment list, yeah
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Writer(s): Thomas Horton, Amman Nurani, Adam Fritzler, Jeffrey Lynn Jr Jones, George Albert Stone Iii
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