Forgot
Taharka Chango he's back, He's back
Hahaha, Oh Yeah I get it, I get it, I get it good Lord
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
You must of forgot who I am
You might have amnesia
You hating on me like a bitch
Shit I'd hate to be ya
These fuck nigga's watching my moves
They can watch like the theatre
I pull out some cheese and some chips and a couple fajitas
My bitch smoking Mary she always high
In a wood, that shit crystallize
If you crossing my heart then you wish to die
Put a bullet between your eyes
I pray the game will be good to you, I played the game it was good to me
They gone shoot at your dreams like you Luther king
It's politics like Kennedy, Oh
This my story my narrative
I'm talking to God like my therapist
I used to shop at the dollar tree
Now I'm in Dubai like I'm Arabic
That line was cappin my dude
You all cap and you don't tell the truth
But my niggas stick to the script
Sticks like Gorrillas to glue, Yeah
I'm hot cuz I made to Hell and back
Do I look like a Demon to you?
I'm killing these rappers wit Murder Inc
Do I look like my nigga Ja Rule
I'm back in the gym call me mister T
Do I look like I pity the fool
Diamonds don't make you no fucking G, all of my rubies are cubed
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
You must've forgot, you must've forgot
And I hope you get a offended
You a bitch, A Co-dependent Aye
Real or fake? I know the difference, Aye
Robbed the bank and made a killing, Yeah
My stock on the rise better buy some, Aye
My dick in her mouth she gone try some, Aye
I turned my outcome to my income, Yeah
Now these bitches my dick and dim sum, Yeah
You must've forgot I am
My price going up by the band
You bitch in my DM again, I call her like my Onlyfan
Chango beating up the pussy, Roppa dope
Choppa lift his spirit up that's the Holy Ghost
I don't fuck with your energy
But I'm jogging your memory
I'll never go down for the price of my soul
These nigga's can't slave for the industry
Must of forgot who I am
You might have amnesia, Aye
I did this shit on my own without a feature, Aye
These fuck nigga's be watching my moves
They watch from the bleachers, Aye
Rocking the boat wit my bish, just like Aaliyah
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
You must've forgot
Hahaha, Oh Yeah I get it, I get it, I get it good Lord
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
You must of forgot who I am
You might have amnesia
You hating on me like a bitch
Shit I'd hate to be ya
These fuck nigga's watching my moves
They can watch like the theatre
I pull out some cheese and some chips and a couple fajitas
My bitch smoking Mary she always high
In a wood, that shit crystallize
If you crossing my heart then you wish to die
Put a bullet between your eyes
I pray the game will be good to you, I played the game it was good to me
They gone shoot at your dreams like you Luther king
It's politics like Kennedy, Oh
This my story my narrative
I'm talking to God like my therapist
I used to shop at the dollar tree
Now I'm in Dubai like I'm Arabic
That line was cappin my dude
You all cap and you don't tell the truth
But my niggas stick to the script
Sticks like Gorrillas to glue, Yeah
I'm hot cuz I made to Hell and back
Do I look like a Demon to you?
I'm killing these rappers wit Murder Inc
Do I look like my nigga Ja Rule
I'm back in the gym call me mister T
Do I look like I pity the fool
Diamonds don't make you no fucking G, all of my rubies are cubed
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
You must've forgot, you must've forgot
And I hope you get a offended
You a bitch, A Co-dependent Aye
Real or fake? I know the difference, Aye
Robbed the bank and made a killing, Yeah
My stock on the rise better buy some, Aye
My dick in her mouth she gone try some, Aye
I turned my outcome to my income, Yeah
Now these bitches my dick and dim sum, Yeah
You must've forgot I am
My price going up by the band
You bitch in my DM again, I call her like my Onlyfan
Chango beating up the pussy, Roppa dope
Choppa lift his spirit up that's the Holy Ghost
I don't fuck with your energy
But I'm jogging your memory
I'll never go down for the price of my soul
These nigga's can't slave for the industry
Must of forgot who I am
You might have amnesia, Aye
I did this shit on my own without a feature, Aye
These fuck nigga's be watching my moves
They watch from the bleachers, Aye
Rocking the boat wit my bish, just like Aaliyah
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
You must've forgot who I am, Aye! you must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
They must've forgot who I am, Aye! they must've forgot
They say where you from, where you from
I'm from the bottom, from the slums
Taharka Chango the plug
I put the pop in the drums
You must've forgot
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Writer(s): Taharka El Henson
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