80% lyrics

[Intro]
What? (n*ggas got this sh*t twisted)
What? (Real talk)
What?

[Verse 1]
I'm feeling like they forgot
80% percent of these b*tches is thots
I'm with some criminals, we 'bout to plot
Dawg, I be killin 'em when my sh*t drop
Friends be envious of what you got
Tens be giving headaches a lot
n*ggas, they wish I just set on the block
f*ck all my goals and f*ck what I see
All of that pain I suffered from E
Flew to my LA show, just you and P
Damn, I never thought you was gon' leave
Damn, I never thought I'd have a key
To my own place, got a bed, I could sleep
Low key they hate so I'm keeping it brief
I'm chasing paper in rentals, that's me
I'm tryna wake up, it feel like a dream
Getting my cake up, let's see what it bring
Don't like her make up, uh, uh
Don't liker her with make up, I told her come plain
Seen this sh*t break up, just look at the gang (Look at the gang, damn)
Just look how it is, just look how it change (Real talk)
[Chorus]
n*ggas, they must've forgot
For years, I been in this sh*t, I been hot (These n*ggas forgot)
n*ggas, they must've forgot
All the hoes in the city I f*cked, they was thots (All the hoes ain't sh*t)
n*ggas, they must've forgot
Man, I get down and gritty, I kept me a Glock
n*ggas, they left me to rot (Damn)
I ain't gon stop (I mean)

[Verse 2]
I just hit up Marcus, I told 'em let's get this cracking, I'm coming my hardest
Don't talk to my sister, some bullsh*t had happened, but f*ck it, I got you regardless
Think I need therapy 'cause I be blacking, but I'm tryna get through the darkness
n*ggas complain about what I be charging
f*ck you then, n*gga, don't get it, let's chalk it (Real rap)
As soon as I hit it, I'm off it
Most of these b*tches be tripping they stalking (She tripping)
Sitting and talking, she bringing up other n*ggas, she lost it (Damn)
Now I don't feel like talking, we got a drum, better proceed with caution
Yeah. you got money, you sauceless
Don't know why me and my man departed (Damn)
Damn, our plan was shorted (It was)
I'm getting high and I pray and I wish that the fam supported (Goddamn)
Got a few P's in the bag, I use to Jansport it (The bag, you feel me?)
Got a few P's in the bag, man, I took me a chance for it (And everybody know it)
[Chorus]
n*ggas, they must've forgot
For years, I been in this sh*t, I been hot (These n*ggas forgot)
n*ggas, they must've forgot
All the hoes in the city I f*cked, they was thots (All the hoes ain't sh*t)
n*ggas, they must've forgot
Man, I get down and gritty, I kept me a Glock
n*ggas, they left me to rot (Damn)
I ain't gon stop (I mean)