Forget

Tryna forget all my past
Tryna forget all the shit I don't have
Tryna forget pussy I failed to smash
Tryna forget all the ones I done had
Tryna forget all the problems
Tryna forget all the drama
I gotta move proper
I gotta move smarter
I gotta work harder
Just like the Carter
Chasing my dreams
Don ain't chasing no bitch
Bound to get rich
Ain't no questioning this
Cuban link both of my wrists
Both of my ankles and shit
Lit!
What a privilege to experience this shit
Credit card missing max limits in this bitch
All the lines pure ain't no lemons to this shit
It's lonely on top of this bitch
I gotta break outta this shit
Lookin for glory and shit
Feel like I traded my friends
Feel like I traded my bitch
Funny the trades to get rich
Funny the costs of a blitz
Walked into my condo
Amazed of this shit (yea, yeah)
Counting stacks
Look at the fruits my labor and what it produced
Bitch I'm the truth
Did it for me so I could share it with you
Despite of what's known to be true
Life on the edge full throttle
Gotta live like there ain't a tomorrow
The past is just hollow
Should of let go a long time ago
Guess I just needed some time to grow
Meantime I'm smoking on that sticky dro
Gotta a head held high, as I walk alone
Through the valley shadow of death
Scratching at the surface though
I'm seeking for depth
Wonder if memories will repeat again
Wonder when I die, do I wake again?
Wonder when I die, is it always dark?
Wonder when I die, will they play the harp?
Hopefully there's music playing
Hopefully we meet and it's sight unseen
Attaining heights I ain't never reach
Attaining heights I ain't even dreamed
This my life and it means everything
Proposed to myself with a pinky ring
Projecting my life unto better things
Always went the extra mile
And I never complain and for the love of the game
I'd do it all over again while enduring the pain
Thinking to myself, would I even be the same?
Look
Look
The haters are hating again
The bando back at it again
Caba back breathing again
It feels like I'm livin' again
The pen is bleeding again (Yeah)
Releasing my soul cause this my truth
To be judging me, who the fuck are you
Blueprint it out, then I act on the plan
Complete the project, I do it again
The Truist in the building speaking again
Salt on these hoes no leaching again
Cause Im doing it bigger then the first time
Wont let em dry me out like a clothesline
Cause haters never want you to win
Would rather see me struggle with a bottle of gin
Gotta pay attention to these so called friends
Cause even with a GPS they lost in the end
Its never real enough until you walk in my shoes
Cause ima champion and I got nothing to lose

Don



Credits
Writer(s): Don Caba
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