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Rod Wave – Don’t Forget Lyrics

Don’t Forget Lyrics – Rod Wave

It just seem like you real angry
You know why I’m mad? Let me tell you why I’m mad
I’m mad because, everybody on these records lyin’
Everybody lyin’, everybody [?] (Pipe that shit up TnT)
Everybody be hardcore gangster, everybody gon’ do this whenever they see each other
And the truth be told, we too blessed and be having too much money to be going to war with each other

And don’t you ever get it twisted
Youngin’ come straight from out the trenches
If you can’t feel my pain (My pain)
Well this ain’t for you anyways (Woah anyways)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I’ma sure make you don’t forget it
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I’ma sure make you don’t forget it

Hold up, I gotta let more in ‘fore you say I’m finished
Before you judge me, take a minute, go to the beginning
When we was grinding, I was minding my own fucking business
Now all these niggas think it’s straight to go state they opinion
Kicked out the house bitch, I was grinding saving every penny
Kicked out the house, I got my own house, the same December
Ain’t do no hating, was waiting patiently for me to get it
Let my cousin use the kitchen, cook a half a chicken
That’s a half a block, he cut a thousand rocks in thirty minutes
That’s all straight, it’s like they hate to see a nigga winnin’
I just did XXL, me and my nigga Jigga
I didn’t want to do it, but did it to rep the city
Ask the city who the best that ever fucking did it
And when you ask ’em, try to ask ’em for to be realistic
Now that I’m up, they try they hardest just to break a nigga
Say what you want, but on my soul, I ain’t changing, nigga
Can’t shape the hood ’cause Hollywood, nun of that where I’m from
Still love the hood, but they hate it when that cheddar come
“Rod crashed the ‘Vette” but he came back in a better one
“Rod fixed the ‘Vette,” nah dawg, this shit a second one
Nah dawg, this shit a second one
Naw dawg, this shit was next to come
And between me and you, I never thought that I could take it this far
I still be thanking God that I made it this far

And don’t you ever get it twisted
Youngin’ come straight from out the trenches
If you can’t feel my pain (My pain)
Well this ain’t for you anyways (Woah anyways)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I’ma sure make you don’t forget it
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I’ma sure make you don’t forget it

Come on, man, at the end of these records we listen to
We don’t get nothing out of ’em no more, man
We don’t get no social commentary
We ain’t get no kinda knowledge out these records
Everybody just talking ’bout how many chains they got on, and how much dope they sold
But the truth of the matter is this, I don’t believe you
Cause I know you do not, I know you didn’t sell no dope

And don’t you ever get it twisted
Youngin’ come straight from out the trenches
If you can’t feel my pain (My pain)
Well this ain’t for you anyways (Woah anyways)
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I’ma sure make you don’t forget it
Bottom boy survival, hard time living
I’ma sure make you don’t forget it

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