Troy AveI know you wanna be wit ya boyBut you can't, and it's stressfulI ain't mean to break your heart, but I didI'm regretfulAnd it would be a lie if I saidWhat he had wasn't specialAlthough I had to let you go, you should knowI'll never forget you, oohI'll never forget you, ooh I'll never forget youYou should know, I'll never forget you1: Troy AveNow how the fuck could I forget Destiny?Shorty bought out the best and the fresh in meShe was just a lil older with a baby girlBut I'm a young nigga, still tryna see the worldI knew it wouldn't work, but I dragged her alongReminisce about her while I take a drag of the strongGoddamn, that bitch was fineGood food, good moves, with the "Bump N Grind"But the fights was bad, my other hoes was madTook the numbers out my phone and she called they assMakin' threats with a follow through, "bitch I'mma follow you"She always want me stay up the house, but I gotta doThings in the street like get this moneyWhen you be's in the streets you'll get them honiesHid away in the comb, short stay, get 'em goneI was getting back to her, couldn't wait now she goneWord2: Troy AveChesapeake, you trifling' bitchI'll never forget the day you sucked another nigga dickBack in high school, 2003You the main reason these hoes gotta deal with mePresent day MayBae, you was 'posed to be my wifeYou 'posed to have my baby, we 'posed to have a lifeThings don't always go how they supposedWe 'posed to be in jail for all them trips on the roadReminiscin' 'bout my silver BenzYou and Zanti in the back breaking' 40, 000 into stacks of 10'sI ain't gon front, it's plenty times I miss youI won't put you on front, but you had your issuesSome due to me, shit I was doin' meI do the same to Nae, I did the same to RiI'm a work in progress, I'm improving meBut "When A Woman's Fed Up," get the eulogy3: Troy AveRIP to Pop Pop, I miss my niggaI get the chills, when I spit there's no tissue niggaI ain't cry since your funeral, no tears leftAnd it's been over 12 years ago since you leftYou had the gold Rolex, I got on mine todayI remember you used to play Billie HolidayAnd like her "I'll Be Seeing You" uh, later on some dayPlayin' pool you once cracked a fool head with the 8 ballI'm just like you, hit crackheads with the eight-ballNew cars? yea I'm into thatRemember how you would do broads? yea I'm livin' thatSay your quote everyday: "no man is smarter than the nextIt's the one who works hardest that achieves success"Carry myself with respect, put mufuckas in checkYou live through me, get your rest, my Grandfather, God BlessWordTroy AveI'll never forget youIf I got it, then you got it, it's no issueIt was a lotta bullshit I went, been throughBut every girl I done named was officialIn 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 factTroy Ave. beatin' up this trackYea nigga, yea you know how I'm strappedEryday I'm down for that clackPowder!I'm a lesson teacher, I don't learn shitI'm hardheaded, doin' the same to my bitch right nowwwwBut if you hold a nigga downThen I promise you'll go to the top with meStay at the top with me, where you supposed to beJust be patient B, knahmean?Don't beef with me, then leave me for the next manWhen he gon do the same damn thing, and not be as dope as I amHow do that make sense?I been fuckin' mad bitches and they leave they manAnd I'm like "damnYou was beefing with that nigga for cheatin'But you fucking with me, I'm just a... slam... dunk, lay up"Hit em in the back of the trunk, in the parking lotYea, I did that, that's a fact thoTroy Ave ohI get stacks to blow, but I don't spend 'em on no bitchesTrickin' ain't shit, I don't care how much riches you gotB$B niggas straight to the topEven smoke a lil bit of potBut I specialize in having drug spotsAllegedlyEnjoy the album
