Never Ran

Aye, this Lil Top, ****

R.I.P. Dump, R.I.P. Dave

I'm bangin' for Bozilla till I'm in the grave

Where I came from at? Well, it ain't no love

I grew up 'round thugs, I'ma die a thug

God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bussin'

Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin

But life goes on, we steady thuggin'

From my sons, to my ****, neither one gon' want for nothin'

Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand

We catch that boy, spit on that pussy ****, been playin'

I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand

Back to back bussin' with them drums, we ain't never ran

Oh, it ain't no love in these streets, yeah

I put my feelings on this beat

I, gotta watch how I move my feet

Yeah, I know they plottin' to kill me (Yeah, yeah)

Oh, I know they plottin' to kill me, yeah

So you know I stay with my heat (I'ma buss it)

I, I catch that ****, now he goin' beneath

No, they ain't fuckin' with me, no

Say, whatchu' want? (Whatchu' want)

Say YB, we gon' put these **** on (Put 'em on)

I show no mercy, gotta get it in a hurry (I'm in a hurry)

I bust that .40, I'ma leave his vision blurry

God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bussin'

Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin

But life goes on, we steady thuggin'

From my sons, to my ****, neither one gon' want for nothin'

Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand

We catch that boy, spit on that pussy ****, been playin'

I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand

Back to back bussin' with them drums, we ain't never ran

Sometimes I wonder why my grandma always fuckin' with me?

We fall off, she know I love her, hope the Lord forgive me

My sister got a Corolla, I'ma go buy her a Bentley

Comin' up, I had to be my own father figure

Told lil brother, "Slow down, because you grow up fast, ****"

We only got one motive, gotta get that bag, ****

Focus on first place, don't be like the last ****

Predict the future, had to just let go of the past, ****

I do this shit for all the times they had me fucked up

Instead of sleepin' all the time, you should get the fuck up

I ran it with YB, he told me, "****, you so gifted"

I'm certified, I'ma one of a kind ****

I get you smoked like a cigarette, no it ain't cool

Screamin', "Momma, I made it" like a graduate came from school

We bringin' to the table like we all playin' pool

Fightin' the struggle like a lawyer, 'cause we got somethin' to prove

God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bussin'

Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin

But life goes on, we steady thuggin'

From my sons, to my ****, neither one gon' want for nothin'

Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand

We catch that boy, spit on that pussy ****, been playin'

I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand

Back to back bussin' with them drums, we ain't never ran