Troy Ave

I know you wanna be wit ya boy

But you can't, and it's stressful

I ain't mean to break your heart, but I did

I'm regretful

And it would be a lie if I said

What he had wasn't special

Although I had to let you go, you should know

I'll never forget you, ooh



I'll never forget you, ooh I'll never forget you

You should know, I'll never forget you



1: Troy Ave

Now how the f**k could I forget Destiny?

Shorty bought out the best and the fresh in me

She was just a lil older with a baby girl

But I'm a young nigga, still tryna see the world

I knew it wouldn't work, but I dragged her along

Reminisce about her while I take a drag of the strong

Goddamn, that bitch was fine

Good food, good moves, with the "Bump N Grind"

But the fights was bad, my other hoes was mad

Took the numbers out my phone and she called they ass

Makin' threats with a follow through, "bitch I'mma follow you"

She always want me stay up the house, but I gotta do

Things in the street like get this money

When you be's in the streets you'll get them honies

Hid away in the comb, short stay, get 'em gone

I was getting back to her, couldn't wait now she gone

Word



2: Troy Ave

Chesapeake, you trifling' bitch

I'll never forget the day you sucked another nigga dick

Back in high school, 2003

You the main reason these hoes gotta deal with me

Present day MayBae, you was 'posed to be my wife

You 'posed to have my baby, we 'posed to have a life

Things don't always go how they supposed

We 'posed to be in jail for all them trips on the road

Reminiscin' 'bout my silver Benz

You and Zanti in the back breaking' 40, 000 into stacks of 10's

I ain't gon front, it's plenty times I miss you

I won't put you on front, but you had your issues

Some due to me, shit I was doin' me

I do the same to Nae, I did the same to Ri

I'm a work in progress, I'm improving me

But "When A Woman's Fed Up," get the eulogy



3: Troy Ave

RIP to Pop Pop, I miss my nigga

I get the chills, when I spit there's no tissue nigga

I ain't cry since your funeral, no tears left

And it's been over 12 years ago since you left

You had the gold Rolex, I got on mine today

I remember you used to play Billie Holiday

And like her "I'll Be Seeing You" uh, later on some day

Playin' pool you once cracked a fool head with the 8 ball

I'm just like you, hit crackheads with the eight-ball

New cars? yea I'm into that

Remember how you would do broads? yea I'm livin' that

Say your quote everyday: "no man is smarter than the next

It's the one who works hardest that achieves success"

Carry myself with respect, put muf**kas in check

You live through me, get your rest, my Grandfather, God Bless

Word



Troy Ave

I'll never forget you

If I got it, then you got it, it's no issue

It was a lotta bullshit I went, been through

But every girl I done named was official

In the words of the Reverend P. Diddy, while I sip this liquor, liquor

"Some of these bitches, they roll harder than your niggas"

And everybody know it's a fact

Troy Ave. beatin' up this track

Yea nigga, yea you know how I'm strapped

Eryday I'm down for that clack

Powder!



I'm a lesson teacher, I don't learn shit

I'm hardheaded, doin' the same to my bitch right nowwww

But if you hold a nigga down

Then I promise you'll go to the top with me

Stay at the top with me, where you supposed to be

Just be patient B, knahmean?



Don't beef with me, then leave me for the next man

When he gon do the same damn thing, and not be as dope as I am

How do that make sense?

I been f**kin' mad bitches and they leave they man

And I'm like "damn

You was beefing with that nigga for cheatin'

But you f**king with me, I'm just a... slam... dunk, lay up"

Hit em in the back of the trunk, in the parking lot

Yea, I did that, that's a fact tho

Troy Ave oh

I get stacks to blow, but I don't spend 'em on no bitches

Trickin' ain't shit, I don't care how much riches you got

B$B niggas straight to the top

Even smoke a lil bit of pot

But I specialize in having drug spots

Allegedly

Enjoy the album