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Never Forgotten Video (MV)




Performed By: C.O.K.E
Language: English
Length: 3:23
Written by: Cordero Robinson




C.O.K.E - Never Forgotten Lyrics




Chill go hard
Chill go hard

Speculations and conspiracies I know it's committed
When I run down on my man I know I'm leaving no witness
Sniper rifles on top of buildings with silencers in em
Vengeance is mine said the lord and I know I ride for my niggas
Pussies in opposition see my life I know that they tempted
Momma praying every night I know she feeling the spirit
Reflect on times back when I was on the phone bra was in prison
Therapy for ten visits ion feel that she hear me
Some niggas use to play close to me know I feel the suspicion
Talking down on my name how I feel my ears itching
Speculations in the air how they set up my nigga
Before I take my last breathe know I'm fine slide for him hear me
Thoughts homicidal codes to survival the methods be different
Weight on my chest and it weigh ah ton know the pressure I'm lifting
Kicking bitches off to the curb cause they setting up niggas
Sip on syrup sorry I relapsed suppressing the feeling
Pussy niggas acting gangsta when I know they built timid
Why I'm last in the marathon I know ima win it
That be on my heart soul in my chest lay a pendant
Pass the baton to my brother cause I feel he never forgetting

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

211 turned 187 caught my woah slipping
If I was with him in his presence probably would've went different
Pursued the whip and shot the tires out I probably would flipped it
Wake up cold sweats in my dreams how I be wildin' and flipping
Lost Marvin Webber hit me weird it inspired me different
Left some real niggas in the field we still stuck in the trenches
Now I tell'em I love em no guarantee that we livin
Gloc 4 five in my pocket an ima rock it like britches
Peep f*ck shit a million miles away I know if you wit it
Stand ah hunnid to the code under no terms an conditions
F*ck niggas want you to send a yacht after burning they bridges
The same rope that I throw you know that I'm hangin you wit it

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

Who am I an what we really made of
Never forget in life where you have came from
Sometime I feel as lonely as a stranger
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English

Chill go hard
Chill go hard

Speculations and conspiracies I know it's committed
When I run down on my man I know I'm leaving no witness
Sniper rifles on top of buildings with silencers in em
Vengeance is mine said the lord and I know I ride for my niggas
Pussies in opposition see my life I know that they tempted
Momma praying every night I know she feeling the spirit
Reflect on times back when I was on the phone bra was in prison
Therapy for ten visits ion feel that she hear me
Some niggas use to play close to me know I feel the suspicion
Talking down on my name how I feel my ears itching
Speculations in the air how they set up my nigga
Before I take my last breathe know I'm fine slide for him hear me
Thoughts homicidal codes to survival the methods be different
Weight on my chest and it weigh ah ton know the pressure I'm lifting
Kicking bitches off to the curb cause they setting up niggas
Sip on syrup sorry I relapsed suppressing the feeling
Pussy niggas acting gangsta when I know they built timid
Why I'm last in the marathon I know ima win it
That be on my heart soul in my chest lay a pendant
Pass the baton to my brother cause I feel he never forgetting

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

211 turned 187 caught my woah slipping
If I was with him in his presence probably would've went different
Pursued the whip and shot the tires out I probably would flipped it
Wake up cold sweats in my dreams how I be wildin' and flipping
Lost Marvin Webber hit me weird it inspired me different
Left some real niggas in the field we still stuck in the trenches
Now I tell'em I love em no guarantee that we livin
Gloc 4 five in my pocket an ima rock it like britches
Peep f*ck shit a million miles away I know if you wit it
Stand ah hunnid to the code under no terms an conditions
F*ck niggas want you to send a yacht after burning they bridges
The same rope that I throw you know that I'm hangin you wit it

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

Think of my brother wanna pour syrup from the pressure I'm under
Close my eyes and pray to God couple prayers unbothered
Born in poverty came up heartless they views us as targets
On the couch with ah therapist cause I feel he's forgotten

Who am I an what we really made of
Never forget in life where you have came from
Sometime I feel as lonely as a stranger
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Writer: Cordero Robinson
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