Don't Forget
Bes Lyrics

Byrd gang we get money
Our group, Byrd gang, is focused on making money

We won't stop, we destined to blow
We won't give up, we are meant to become successful and famous

I'ma take my niggaz and bitches wherever I go
I will always bring my friends and women with me wherever I go

So don't forget about me, don't forget about me
Remember me and don't forget about my success

I know, I know
I am aware of my importance and my potential success

Now due to me, me and my truancy
Because of me and my tendency to skip school

Running through the streets since early puberty
I have been roaming the streets since I was young

What influenced me? It was the jewelry
What inspired me? It was the desire for wealth and flashy accessories

Tryna get cash so I can do it like the older G's
I am trying to make money so I can live like the older gangsters

The 80's, big thick rope chains
In the 1980s, people wore thick chains

Life was all crazy getting rich off cocaine
Life was wild and people were making money from selling cocaine

So I been caught up dog, nothing like Usher
I have been involved in illegal activities, unlike the musician Usher

More like a hustler
More like someone who is always working hard to make money

All night with customers, tryna get my paper up
I spend all night with clients, trying to earn money

Jealousy, envy gotta watch, they'll spray you up
I need to be careful of others who are jealous and may harm me

But it was something bout the gun play
But there was something exciting about using guns

Rolling dice on blocks, double parked up on a one way
Playing dice on the streets, parked on a one-way road illegally

And breaking law was the norm'
Breaking the law was normal and expected

The club break about 4 in the morn'd
The night club closes around 4 in the morning

So we parking lot pimp, hit the diner for some grub
So we hang out in the parking lot, trying to flirt with girls, then go to a diner to eat

The squad type thick you know I'm rolling with the thugs
My group is large and we are all tough guys

Now as I roll up my window, blaze up the indo
As I close my car window and smoke marijuana

Get tore down for my homies in the pen
I get very emotional thinking about my friends who are in prison

I'm ma take you the Cali with me
I will take you to California with me

Know ya dress code, heavy sag on ya Dickies
I know how you dress- with your pants hanging low

If we're in Houston, the music we can slow it up
If we are in Houston, we can play slower music

And get screwed, get a deuce and we can blow it up
We will get drunk, have a 2-liter bottle of soda, and have a good time

ATL sharp, if you balling and you make it rain
In Atlanta, you need to look good and throw money around to show wealth

In love with a stripper, alcohol on ya brain
In love with a stripper, drunk off alcohol

Fast track life, the shit is uncanny
Life is moving quickly and is unpredictable

When it come to birds fly south to Miami
When it comes to finding women, go to Miami

Weather like 80, drop-top Mercedes
The weather is warm and perfect for driving a convertible Mercedes

"Sai Pa Say", on the block in Little Haiti
Haitian Creole phrase meaning "what's up", in a neighborhood of Miami with a large Haitian population

Chicago is the wolves, the bears and the gangster's
Chicago is known for aggressive sports teams and gangsters

2 12'N with the OG's, tryna get the answers
Midnight, hanging out with the original gangsters to learn from them

And all these O.T trips got me tired, drive the wheels
All these out-of-town trips are making me tired from driving

'Til they fall off and I just bought some new tires
Driving until the tires fall off, and buying new ones