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Forgotten Names Video (MV)




Performed By: Jay Saj
Language: English
Length: 2:58
Written by: Jaymie Mohammed




Jay Saj - Forgotten Names Lyrics
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I could smoke a pound a day
If I wanted too
F*ck what the haters say
I done paid my dues
Swerving through the lanes like a did a heist
Real niggas on the block running up the price
My mind made
I'm imma touch millions
No need for
Sad back stories
No need for feelings
But I be feeling
Like I'm underrated
Money show a little now
Bitches around
Reaching for payments
F*ck being the messenger
I'm the man with a plan
Blueprint on the table
Show you how to make a band
Show you how to make a band
Not talking 9-5
But on the block selling nicks and dimes
Sorry if you thought good
Cause i"m a man of Allah
I was raised In Brooklyn
Not far from bookings
Where you give a man a gun
He'll shoot you for fun
Damn
Niggas mistake respect and fear
But its easier to be feared
Than to have gain respect
Respect gain you passage
Fear
You turn your back
And your day 1 would
Still have you under attack
(Crazy right)
Life may be eternal
But living has a limit
Sacrifice defying the odds
Or walk with guidance
Spirituals would preach
But sin at the roundabout
If you do wrong
They Jehovah at your momma's house
These niggas running they mouth
Internet thugs
They do it for clout
(Do it for clout)
It's all drip and drown
Wave check
Checking for clowns
Better check yah account

Bad bitches swear they bad
They bad
10- 8
So sad
Flexing is trash
When you flex on a wish
Then have
Gone for a hike
3rd floor bathroom
Where niggas used to kick it
Smoke up the ganja
Shawty opened up wide
Felt like her doctor
Swear I was a doctor
And I don't give a f*ck what they say
Moving with the fam everyday
One eye open when I lay
Cause the real niggas tend to be fake
One eye open when i lay
Cause the real niggas
Tend to be fake
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I could smoke a pound a day
If I wanted too
F*ck what the haters say
I done paid my dues
Swerving through the lanes like a did a heist
Real niggas on the block running up the price
My mind made
I'm imma touch millions
No need for
Sad back stories
No need for feelings
But I be feeling
Like I'm underrated
Money show a little now
Bitches around
Reaching for payments
F*ck being the messenger
I'm the man with a plan
Blueprint on the table
Show you how to make a band
Show you how to make a band
Not talking 9-5
But on the block selling nicks and dimes
Sorry if you thought good
Cause i"m a man of Allah
I was raised In Brooklyn
Not far from bookings
Where you give a man a gun
He'll shoot you for fun
Damn
Niggas mistake respect and fear
But its easier to be feared
Than to have gain respect
Respect gain you passage
Fear
You turn your back
And your day 1 would
Still have you under attack
(Crazy right)
Life may be eternal
But living has a limit
Sacrifice defying the odds
Or walk with guidance
Spirituals would preach
But sin at the roundabout
If you do wrong
They Jehovah at your momma's house
These niggas running they mouth
Internet thugs
They do it for clout
(Do it for clout)
It's all drip and drown
Wave check
Checking for clowns
Better check yah account

Bad bitches swear they bad
They bad
10- 8
So sad
Flexing is trash
When you flex on a wish
Then have
Gone for a hike
3rd floor bathroom
Where niggas used to kick it
Smoke up the ganja
Shawty opened up wide
Felt like her doctor
Swear I was a doctor
And I don't give a f*ck what they say
Moving with the fam everyday
One eye open when I lay
Cause the real niggas tend to be fake
One eye open when i lay
Cause the real niggas
Tend to be fake
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Writer: Jaymie Mohammed
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