Never Bend

Yeah

You lil' bitch ass **** steady

Speaking up on the low

If these project walls could talk

They'll be just like 03, you dig?

03

If these walls could spit bars

All of they songs be this hard

In this game play your cards right

Or get left to starve

My mama made me a star

I just had it too hard

Bitch I came from the tar

But I got high again

I'm thanking God

Could have died in the pen

You haven't been 'gainst the odds

Like I've been

You haven't been where I've been

I never fold, never bend

I remember robbin'

Prizes every other Friday

I remember money house

I'm selling out of molly

I remember in Atlanta

Talking pounds at Follies

I remember laying down bullets

In my body

If you know you finna fold

Then get the fuck from by me

If you ain't finna hold it down

Then you can't be my crimey

Greedy get the guap and play the game

But keep it grimey

I've been shot by who I love

And told on by my family

I've been double crossed and bird fed

One time they sucker punched a ****

Yeah they knocked me out

Like Ronda Rousey

Blindside you with this bullet

If you come around me

Seen you at this party

Was gon' hit you

You a fucking outie

If these walls could spit bars

All of they songs be this hard

In this game play your cards right

Or get left to starve

My mama made me a star

And I had it too hard

Bitch I came from the tar

But I got high again

I'm thanking God

Could have died in the pen

You haven't been 'gainst the odds

Like I've been

You haven't been where I've been

I never fold, never bend

Sim-simmer

Who got the keys to the Beamer?

Who put that lean in two liters?

Dreadlocks like Beanie Man

I'ma red beam you

Hit your white whip up

You know I'm gon' cream you

Act in Lime-A-Rito's

It's no Lime-A-Rita

Really sell killos

And plugged in with 'migos

My dog Dark Jack

He stretch just like a regal

We get thumbs up

When we ride past your people

If these walls could spit bars

All of they songs be this hard

In this game play your cards right

Or get left to starve

My mama made me a star

I just had it too hard

Bitch I came from the tar

But I got high again

I'm thanking God

Could have died in the pen

You haven't been 'gainst the odds

Like I've been

You haven't been where I've been

I never fold, never bend

If these walls could spit bars

All of they songs be this hard

Come play your cards right

Or get left to starve

My mama made me a star

I just had it too hard

Bitch I came from the tar

But I got high again

I'm thanking God

Could have died in the pen

You haven't been 'gainst the odds

Like I've been

You haven't been where I've been

I never fold, never bend

And we do it for Lil Money, yeah

Long live Lil Money, oh

Money changes everything

I could never give a bitch a wedding ring

Ooh, yeah

Rest in peace to all my ****

G-I-P to all my killers, whoo