(I got Hitman on the beat)
Yes I may forgive but not forget
I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out
Put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that
Box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side
Still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma
Still strapped in there
Niggas tried to tax me on some bowls
Made em' pay a proper fair
Old Testament inside my hands
Nigga cause' you took it there
Speed racing, I ain't even have
No license, got pulled over
Played musical chairs
Gotta' keep a real tight
Circle in this bitch
We don't f*ck with none of yall squares
In a SRT off a Perc
Doing 130 but I'm way over that limit
I ain't got none like I'm Master P, scrimmage
Is what it is, was what it was, could've been
I'ma stack them bands up
Make a stairway to heaven then yeah, uh
What Kanye say? About my winnings bitch
Get a brand new chain, new whip
Then show who the slaves
Get a brand new belt, BB Simon, dang
Spend them bands and get it back
Real boomerang gang
Yes I may forgive but not forget
I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out
Put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that
Box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side
Still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma
Still strapped in there
Forever Known Video (MV)
Performed By: Thouxanbanfauni
Language: English
Written by: Gregory Sanders, Iana Jackson, Taajwar Latimore
Thouxanbanfauni - Forever Known Lyrics
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(I got Hitman on the beat)
Yes I may forgive but not forget
I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out
Put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that
Box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side
Still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma
Still strapped in there
Niggas tried to tax me on some bowls
Made em' pay a proper fair
Old Testament inside my hands
Nigga cause' you took it there
Speed racing, I ain't even have
No license, got pulled over
Played musical chairs
Gotta' keep a real tight
Circle in this bitch
We don't f*ck with none of yall squares
In a SRT off a Perc
Doing 130 but I'm way over that limit
I ain't got none like I'm Master P, scrimmage
Is what it is, was what it was, could've been
I'ma stack them bands up
Make a stairway to heaven then yeah, uh
What Kanye say? About my winnings bitch
Get a brand new chain, new whip
Then show who the slaves
Get a brand new belt, BB Simon, dang
Spend them bands and get it back
Real boomerang gang
Yes I may forgive but not forget
I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out
Put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that
Box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side
Still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma
Still strapped in there
Yes I may forgive but not forget
I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out
Put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that
Box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side
Still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma
Still strapped in there
Niggas tried to tax me on some bowls
Made em' pay a proper fair
Old Testament inside my hands
Nigga cause' you took it there
Speed racing, I ain't even have
No license, got pulled over
Played musical chairs
Gotta' keep a real tight
Circle in this bitch
We don't f*ck with none of yall squares
In a SRT off a Perc
Doing 130 but I'm way over that limit
I ain't got none like I'm Master P, scrimmage
Is what it is, was what it was, could've been
I'ma stack them bands up
Make a stairway to heaven then yeah, uh
What Kanye say? About my winnings bitch
Get a brand new chain, new whip
Then show who the slaves
Get a brand new belt, BB Simon, dang
Spend them bands and get it back
Real boomerang gang
Yes I may forgive but not forget
I'm forever known
Niggas count me out until I cash out
Put some money on em'
All this green on me, I been landscaping
Lawn mowing
Busting down some trees, planting seeds
Where it's clientele
Post Office plays, PO box
I be spreading mail
Crack his head open if that
Box feel empty as hell
Grass greener on the other side
Still put a bando over there
Go to church cause' I love my momma
Still strapped in there
Writer: Gregory Sanders, Iana Jackson, Taajwar Latimore
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC