Hard To Forget It lyrics

[Produced By Jayze]

[Hook]
See I was out there going hard, moving work with my n*ggas
By all means got to get it
Seen the concrete jungle turn n*ggas into urban gorillas
And it’s hard to forget it
I said it’s hard to forget it, when you’re out there playing the game
Chasing fortune and fame, I say it’s hard to forget it
All the homies we done lost at war
No we can’t see you no more
It’s just hard to forget it
All my n*ggas doing life in the pen, that won’t see daylight again
I know it’s hard to forget it
Wish I could show you all this sh*t on my brain
So much pleasure and pain, it’s just hard to forget it

[Verse 1 – Boaz]
Now as I open up my memory bank
Take a minute to think
Take a sip of this drink
I’m reminiscing on my upbringing
Mad early we be up slinging
We stopped fist fighting and started gun slinging
Little young n*gga toting all the latest issues
And his aim official, raise it up and make it whistle
n*gga’s parents be quick to call me a menace
Cause I said when I grew older I wanted to be a chemist
Start my own business, right in front the store
Had to draw the 44 out on old man Willis
Make him feel us, now gangsters make the world go round
That’s till they kill us or the cops come get us
[Hook]

[Verse 2 – Scarface]
My n*gga doing life now
All because he wanted the lifestyle
Of a n*gga off in them videos
f*cking b*tches and slamming [?]
Never thinking about the consequences
He got money and started punking n*ggas
That’s when I had to have that talk with him
He wouldn’t listen, and let the law get him
I understand a n*gga do wrong
To get back on they feet, but when you on em
That’s when you gone
And move on, cause greed’ll get your head bust
You n*ggas looking at you like you f*cked up
Ain’t no [?]
You at his woman when your boy leaves
She’s only loyal to the streets though
Money makes her world, f*ck a G’s soul

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – Boaz]
They just talk about it, guess who live it n*gga
My money got tall from selling pounds of midget n*gga
This sh*t come from the heart, I know you feel it n*gga
Fresh out the c*ckpit, flyer than Scott [?] n*gga
I got to smoke the best weed and f*ck the baddest hoes
f*ck a rabbit foot I’m tryna catch a camel toe
I’m sick of cutting up keys and bagging O’s
They profile a n*gga because of my baggy clothes
Gold chain, pinky ring, icy watches
That’s boss sh*t
I could invite you by the office
Never out hustle, out muscle, or out flosses
But think about it
This fast life gon cost us