Never Forget - Crooked I, Eddie Fontaine

I’m broker than a bitch and I’m sick and tired

I’m feelin' like I’m walkin' in fire

I’m feeling like I’m Jo Jo Dancer

Before I expire, can I get rich prior?

In Longbeach them bullets whizz by ya

Clapper ain’t a rapper still it spit fire

It ain’t no jobs;

nobody gets hired

So to escape it junkies get higher

Six in the morning hustling on the corner

Tryna get out that abyss, I was born in

Switch me with Foreman, 'Rumble In the Jungle'

Piss me, you’re gonna get mixed with no warning

Piss poor, got my school clothes, from the thrift store

Just a ghetto boy, like the fifth ward

So I dropped out thinkin' this war, nigga get yours

Cash over bitches true religion

You see what’s going on through the kitchen

We steppin' on crack

Same drug broke ya mother’s back like the superstition

Me and the boys is, sellin' poison

Like we three members of New Edition

You said we’ll die or get threw in prison

If I make a song about it who would listen…

I’m walkin' down the street, nigga broke as fuck

Lookin' for a deuce, tryna patch up

But the change is loose so every cent counts, no doubt

I was walkin' down the street

With my nigga 'Skinny Kenny' on my side, bitches passing by

Niggas won’t let a nigga ride so he stuck, that’s why

I’m walkin' down the street, tryin' to catch the bus

Just to catch the train, headed to Lyon

Tryna do my thing, cause I just can’t stop, I can’t stop

And it’s real, as real it gets

I struggled for years, just to breathe in this bitch

So I’ll never forget…

Some of us die, some got threw in prison

I wanna ride, for a new position

I wanna make a album about my life

But in this music bid’ness tell me who would listen

What you wanna hear: truth or fiction?

Petty niggas talkin' about they movin' shipments

Like UPS, but, you BS so your birds

Wouldn’t know what to do with pigeons

Keep, it one hundred every time I rock a beat

And I done it deep, from the heart I sleep

With a gun I dream, about peace

But not the one under the pillow motherfucker

Glock-9, rather rock mics

Put a stop sign, on the block life

Slangin' hot lines, over rock pipes

Then I got signed, I’m in the spotlight

CL600 silver Benz, makin' love to my dividends

Gettin' calls, from my relatives I never knew at all

And niggas that never been my friends

Niggas that never been my friends … I didn’t change

You niggas changed the way you treat me, just because I’m

Ridin' down the street, with my top down

Got a bad bitch, sittin' on my side

Rubbin' on my thigh, wonderin' why

I’m so motherfuckin' fly, and I smile, cause she knows

I drop her off and pick up one mo'

Everyday that’s how it goes, in every way that’s how it goes

I’m ridin' down the street

With my nigga 'Skinny Kenny' on my side

In that black-on-black, 'Lac sittin' on them sixes

Man this money shit, is addictive

And it’s real, as real as it get

It’s funny how shit flips, so fuck you and that bitch

I’ll never forget…

I’ll never forget man

How you niggas gon' hate on me, huh?

I’m a top rhymin', Section 8

Spraying Raid on roaches nigga man

You niggas should be inspired by me I came from nothing

Aight?

That’s real motherfuckin' talk dog

When I lay that GT coupe out on the boulevard nigga

It came from nothing…

Niggas supposed to be inspired right now

Nah mean?

You should salute a nigga like me