My shirt, purple label my shirt
Keeping me moving forward
Fading out of my memory i must push forward,
Before a nigga finish put in the work
No days off is time gone, trying to get my paper straight
The ride lurches forward and slowly creep towards our fate
Silence, fast forward, these niggaz deserve rounds,
So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house
Fast forward some years later, a teenager, this is fun sweet
This is what the devil plays before he goes to sleep
I got them saying who dat, who dat? cole world
Whatever happens to me i just keep on forward
In slow motion for the cause. pause.. forward.. fuck!
Fuck a cold sore, getcha getcha own cup
Not king james, these were coke kings
Now fast forward a couple years
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