F.A.M(Forget About Me)
Man
I ain't heard from these niggas
Y'all supposed to be my motherfucking bros
All these fucking years in this damn cell
Not one fucking letter shit
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Took you nine years to write me
You my nigga thought we was bros
Fuck the distance that separate us
We supposed to be close
You say I'm not dead to you but treated me like a ghost
l expect that from some but not the ones I fuck with the most
Rode my bike to your house or got Alicia to drop me off
Just to hop on the game and lift some weights or kick it and talk
Counting my days while I got this shit in my head
If I was out, you was in, and you got booked away by the feds
Would've wrote you right away
That's why I feel some type of way Staring at these walls while I'm thinking about it night And day
I know you got a life but still Honestly, I'm just speaking how I fucking feel
Building anger but I'm trying get myself to chill
You still my nigga but u know I got to keep it real
Just stay consistent with the letters and we got a deal
When I get out this fucking bitch you know we got to chill
Flip
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
I heard you made a song about me
I really can't wait to hear it
Got a chance at parole
Man I'm really hoping they clear it
I remember, cutting your hair I got a degree
I been lifting in prison just in case you thought I got weak
Send a nigga a pen pal
She could be thick or slim down
Tired of sitting around in this prison can't wait to get out
Get me up to speed on everything that I need
Bro you still look the same in this picture that I received
I remember free styling
Boxing back at the crest
Those are memories I cherish
I keep them close to my chest
12 years and counting
From the day I went in
Yeah I made a mistake
I won't fuck up like that again
Tell Curtis to write me
Shit I want to hear from him too
Tell that nigga what's up and let me know whatever is new
I'm a be here chilling
Waiting thugging it out
Keep in touch with a nigga till the day they let me get out
Yeah
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
You said you gave my info to some people
Shit I ain't heard from none of them
But it's all good
Aye bro you, know I'm trying to fuck something when I get out this bitch
Tired of looking at all these niggas
I'm a holla at you when I touchdown
I miss y'all boys for real
I ain't heard from these niggas
Y'all supposed to be my motherfucking bros
All these fucking years in this damn cell
Not one fucking letter shit
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Took you nine years to write me
You my nigga thought we was bros
Fuck the distance that separate us
We supposed to be close
You say I'm not dead to you but treated me like a ghost
l expect that from some but not the ones I fuck with the most
Rode my bike to your house or got Alicia to drop me off
Just to hop on the game and lift some weights or kick it and talk
Counting my days while I got this shit in my head
If I was out, you was in, and you got booked away by the feds
Would've wrote you right away
That's why I feel some type of way Staring at these walls while I'm thinking about it night And day
I know you got a life but still Honestly, I'm just speaking how I fucking feel
Building anger but I'm trying get myself to chill
You still my nigga but u know I got to keep it real
Just stay consistent with the letters and we got a deal
When I get out this fucking bitch you know we got to chill
Flip
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
I heard you made a song about me
I really can't wait to hear it
Got a chance at parole
Man I'm really hoping they clear it
I remember, cutting your hair I got a degree
I been lifting in prison just in case you thought I got weak
Send a nigga a pen pal
She could be thick or slim down
Tired of sitting around in this prison can't wait to get out
Get me up to speed on everything that I need
Bro you still look the same in this picture that I received
I remember free styling
Boxing back at the crest
Those are memories I cherish
I keep them close to my chest
12 years and counting
From the day I went in
Yeah I made a mistake
I won't fuck up like that again
Tell Curtis to write me
Shit I want to hear from him too
Tell that nigga what's up and let me know whatever is new
I'm a be here chilling
Waiting thugging it out
Keep in touch with a nigga till the day they let me get out
Yeah
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
Guess I see you niggas on the flip side
Don't forget about me while I'm inside
Counting on you while I'm doing this time
You treat me like a distant stranger fuck it it's a fine
You said you gave my info to some people
Shit I ain't heard from none of them
But it's all good
Aye bro you, know I'm trying to fuck something when I get out this bitch
Tired of looking at all these niggas
I'm a holla at you when I touchdown
I miss y'all boys for real
Credits
Writer(s): Kyree Norman
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