The Never Story

Everyone's a star

Every day's the move

Everywhere you are

Is for you

And don't you know that

Everyone's a star (everyone's a star)

Every day's the move (every day is the move)

Everywhere you are (everywhere you are, for you, for you)

Everyone's a star (everyone's a star)

Every day's the move (every day is the move)

Everywhere you are (everywhere, everywhere, everywhere for you)

Everyone's a star (everyone's a star)

Every day's the move (every day is the move)

Everywhere you are (everywhere you are, for you, for you)

Everyone's a star (everyone's a star)

Every day's the move (every day is the move)

Everywhere you are (everywhere, everywhere, everywhere is for you)

Check, anybody can see the kid got it

I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it

From rapping in that truck with bolts on and rolling blunts

Bagging a couple bitches and fucking them all at once

Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts

Thinking about rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson

My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons

Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught

Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talking

I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs

Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles with a 8th in my pre-rolls

Call that shit a tarantula

Tarantino on your big screen ho

Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo

Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo

And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo'

You gotta chill 'cause niggas can get they cap peeled

I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman

They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em

And a million other black children

Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin'

I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something

I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something

Niggas talking crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny

Pull up on ya, had the crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up

Looking for it in the night time

I been looking for it all day

I'mma get it at the right time

Watch 'em fuck with me the long way

Watch a nigga at the bike whip

Hit the buyer with the stone face

Greenbriar with the whole case

Bust it down and flood the whole state

Bitches know when that work good

Anna Mae eat the whole cake

We ain't even gotta role play

Had to get it out the bowl way

Kill shit, OJ, No way Jose, Slo-Mo, OK

I don't do this shit at your pace

I ain't here to do it your way

And I'm coming thru the ceiling, thru the floor, back and front door way

You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave

I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade, wait

Even before grades, going to my brother court dates

And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me

Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he selling

Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo

My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a nigga

See the boys, you better warn a nigga but J.I.D prolly got warrants, nigga

Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence nigga

Swear your raps so boring, nigga

Then you say you trap, you be lying nigga

I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers

Better go out and strap, people dying nigga, Lord

Sorry we making all the noise

But you ain't have to call the boys

Some shit you just can't avoid

Dumb shit, coolin' with the squad

Okay, never been shit, never had shit

Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn

But a nigga never gave two shits, damn

Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist

Never had shit, I'ma take

Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit

Give me everything, nigga, give me everything, nigga", again

Never been shit, never had shit

Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn

But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn

Never been a bitch, never had a bezel on the wrist

Never had shit, never take

Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit

Give me everything, nigga, give me everything, nigga

Give me everything"

Never had a real dollar to my name, bruh

Shit been lame, bruh

I ain't even in this shit for the fame, bruh

It's the pain, bruh

Most of the niggas I came up with

Haven't came up

And doin' the same stuff

But I haven't came up, this really ain't none

Niggas thinking that they fucking with JID

Ya'll got the game fucked up

Tremendously, can't fuck with the mind of a mental fiend

Who dig deep in the depths when he in too deep

I crept on the steps where the demon sleeps

And yell, belch, tell my Lord what he means to me

"Oh, my God, don't be mean to me"

In the ride with a bean or three

And it's not what it seems to be

I can die, I can fly, I can try very easily

I'm a guy and a giant, she's a vivrant thing, I prolly won't buy it

Bird bitch, take flight, no pilot

Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias

Back up, back up, chick, bad timing

I got to get on stage, you better get on page

I have you looking out the windowpane

Or in the rain or anything but in the way

And if I say that's what it is, forget the lip

Now, what's my point, now I forget-, damn, this bitch

Got me fuckin' up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit

Gettin' to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit

With glocks and shit and poppin', pimpin', trappin', sippin' lean

Ya'll niggas fall for anything

You got the plug in Medellín?

Kingpin? You a pen king (kingpin? You a pen king)

Bye bye niggas, 'N-Sync, try I? Nigga, risky

Fire, fire from the wrist piece, niggas shootin' like the '60s

Again, never been shit, never had shit, never knew shit

Never out, never do shit, damn

But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn

Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist

Never had shit, I'ma take

Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit

Give me everything, nigga, fuck you"

(Uhh, let's go)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, what, um

Alright, what you call a chick that don't suck dick? You don't

And if you think you finna come up this, you won't

Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk

This beat takin' a beating, I hand out the lumps

Damn baby, yo' ass stand out in pumps

That's outstanding, stand outside until your man come

Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan something

You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm

Nigga, this a three point and one

And one hundred. Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dunk

Shawty love JID, let me turn her to a hand puppet

She moan, sound like German or something

Run game, bitches think I'm Todd Gurley or something

Give me a jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia

Wheeled yo' bitch out my bed in a gurney

You gotta leave lil' mama, the clock's turning

I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy

They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me

No niggas got more glow than JID, barely

Scratchin' the fucking surface

You need work, you need purpose

Everybody good, everybody trap perfect

Everything cool, don't nobody act nervous

Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga

We don't dap niggas, get the rrrat from the ratchet

Get the pack out the package

Lil' savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin' ass

Rappin' ass, jackin' ass, wait

Finna blast, green dot, send the cash, pen and pad

Minivan, been a dad, been with that bullshit, nigga

I don't wake up to the bull like I usually do

Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop

Better pray to God they don't shoot at you

Dreams of cleanin' this dirty money out my cuticles

Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo

Shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful

Shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful, shit's beautiful

Nah, bruh (huh?)

What you talking about, homes?

Ayy, ayy, nigga, Snapchat niggas twisted up real tight

I'm with my motherfucking brothers, nigga (hahaha)

They was representing for Trump real tight

But we in this motherfucker real tight

Nigga, ain't left, everything right

Nigga, I'm tight

Nigga, fuck you talking about?

Bars forever, nigga!

Bars, bars

Me and my two, okay

Me and my two, alright, me and my, okay

Me and my two niggas be like Ed Edd and Eddy

I'm Zack, you AC, that Jessie and Kelly

I pull up to your hood just let me know when you ready

I'm rolling up this dub, finna face it, beheaded, mm-mm

Hold on, chill out, please give me a second

I'm drowsy off a Xan, nigga, legs like spaghetti

Cut all of the bullshit, nigga chop the confetti

You ready? I'm ready, you ready? I'm ready, uh, alright

Never sell weed 'cause I'm smoking too much

I fuck up the pack, I don't fuck with the sack

And I mean the bread come quick

He told me bring him 300, I brought him excuses and like 200 or something

I mean most of y'all niggas love drugs like me

Love me like drugs, bitch, I might be

Yo' love light bulb, turn on lights please

Turn off your cool, I mean, I might freeze

I mean hold on, relax, please give me a chance

I was moving too fast, I ain't hear what you said

We was celebrating life, tryna get to the 'fetti

But me and my two niggas we like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (ayy)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (uh)

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy (be like)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (uh)

Ed, Edd, and Eddy (yeah)

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Me and my two niggas be like Ed, Edd, and Eddy

Yo, I'm in Atlanta, bruh

Hit me back, lil' nigga

Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"

Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us

Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter

And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up

Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum

Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector

Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum

That's part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom

Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps

Don't step, stupid, or you get slept stupid

East side little Route, Zone 6 vet

Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don't forget it

Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer

At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya

In present time they sayin' that I'm the next nigga

Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap

Can't see the floor, elevator, where the steps at?

James Bond nine, James Harden with the step-back

No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at?

That's cool, wave the .30 'round, where the TECs at?

Better get back, better get you a jetpack

They shoot where the ref at

They shoot at your jefe

They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew

They just put a hole in his Pepe

I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla

They kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin'

I won't be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down

As far as these rappers man, these words couldn't hurt a nigga

Far as these rappers, I can't count on a ninja turtle's finger

Who really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.D

I am loud, that is mid, I'm a pound, that's a smidge

I'm a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilient

Guess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggas

A warrior, but words used is my spear

My sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if I

Do it for myself and don't give back to the loyal

The unemployed, all my boys in here

Okay, let's really make some noise in here

I'm under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no direction

Chalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspective

Too young to be a witness but old enough for the lessons

Soo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspector

I bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angels

Oh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas' thinkin'

Like Lute, I got the jugg, I'ma say it's quite the finagle

Get rich and make some babies that's weirder than Will and Jada's

But lately, I've been blocked up

Lately, I've been strugglin' with ways to get my stock up

Me and Venus workin' on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-ups

And really though I feel as though there's no bitch I could not fuck

Niggas make art and act hard for no Oscar

Boy, you're just Leonardo

Born in the life you had to learn to be part of

Still, no deal, still whippin' the Mazda, but fuck

"Niggas ain't seein' you, Venus" shit, and I ain't seeing me

So many nights at the bottom, swore I was ET

My mama beat me, mo'fuck a degree

I chose both pills, my thoughts 3D

And often I probably come off so off the deep beat

That a lil' nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPs

In the blunt, they're off a DP as the rain pops off of these street

And the pain pops me another one to the brain

I let the strain do what you can't, I know it's hard out tryna reach me, huh

I'm battling addiction, I'm deep in premonitions

I'm clutching on my last dollars, I'm stretching common sense

A pressure point a keeper so I question my existence

Be assessing my involvement, second-guessing my delivery

Lord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I'm flying in the young

Out of luck, out of hope to fuck up

So motherfuck a time-limit, I'ma take what's mine, nigga

Ha- now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"

Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us

Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter

And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up

Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us"

Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us

Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter

And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up

If you want to act up

If you want to act up

Come, act up

Hey, we really need to talk

Yeah, yeah, want me to tell you the truth?

What you expect me to say?

Cause if we keeping it true, it's probably never gon' change

But, I guess it's hereditary, baby

Why you playing with my heart?

It's heredity girl you was just playing from the start, shit

But if you let me explain, shit

I shouldn't let you explain, you should just let me explain

I see the games you be playing, it's really ice in your veins

It's kinda fucking insane, are you in power exchange?

I guess I'm just out of my lane, I know I'm losing my brain

But, I know it's hereditary baby 'cause your mama was a G

And your daddy wasn't there so you be trying to play with me

But, but that ain't the wave

But if I'm keeping it true, I know why I be this way now

We don't speak, we say evil things now

We don't sleep no more, we need space now

She gone leave and go and her find her a bae now

Ouch, ouch

That's pain, yeah, oh so painful

Trying to change, just let me die in the rainfall

I can't save her if she don't want to be saved, how

Please God, do something for me God

She cut me deep just to see if I'ma bleed out

I know this what I need, but who's to say what I need

What you say to your demons?

What you say to your heart when it's walking away with your feelings?

But didn't you know I tried, tried, tried, tried

Tried to be the guy in your life

But you tied my soul, spirit, and mind and dullness all your life

The fuck you want me to say?

And if I'm keeping it true, it's probably never gone change

But I guess it's hereditary baby, why you playing with my heart?

It's hereditary baby, you could've said this from the start, yes

But, ain't that a waste? A big fucking waste of time

A big fucking waste of time, yeah

Yeah, uh, ok, I remember all the better days

Used to spend a hella lot of time

Catching something, heck I didn't wait

Guessing I was probably out of line

Then you said "don't speak to me"

I'd be like "ok, it's fine"

That's just gon' pull on the fight, know that we said one of us upset

Then we just not gon' sleep tonight

Man this shit has turned all bad

Call mama, call dad, call Izzy, call Precious, call Pat

It's like she spit in my face

And the world's fall down on me and I can't handle the wave

But I'm finna get medicated, maybe it'll take away the pain

A relationship will make you have a fucking revelation

But, but that ain't a waste, no

It's never been a waste of time

Never been a waste of time, no

Yeah, yeah, want me to tell you the truth?

What you expect me to say?

Cause if we keeping it true, it's probably never gon' change

But, I guess it's hereditary, baby

Why you playing with my heart?

It's heredity girl you was just playing from the start, yeah

But if you let me explain, shit

Hey, we really need to talk

But, of course, you never answer your time

I just don't think this relationship will work

You never make time for me, you never show me off

You just never make me feel special

I mean, I want to work these off, but I just need you to change

And we both know, that will never happen

And if I'm trying to tell the truth, it's all bad

'Cause if you looking for the proof, it's all there

Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth

You can't handle the truth, you can't handle it

And if I'm trying to tell the truth, it's all bad

'Cause if you looking for the proof, it's all there

Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth

You can't handle it, you can't handle the truth, no

(Do-do, do-do-do)

And if I'm trying to tell the truth, it's all bad

Baby, do you love me? I know that you do

I been trying so hard, I know I gotta be real with you

Can't be playing with hearts, I know that you feel it too

I'm gon' step into the shade, I don't want the sun in my face

But I don't want to walk away without me saying what I have to say

And I been praying it's another way, but it's like mayhem on my fucking brain

I gotta say, I'm finna go insane, shame, shame

And I don't know what I can do (fuck)

'Cause maybe you're past I, and maybe your last guy was just right for you

And baby, I can't fight the truth, baby, I can't fight the truth

And baby, I can't fight with you

And since I'm trying to tell the truth, it's all bad

And since you're looking for the proof, it's all there

Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth

You can't handle the truth, you can't handle it

And since I'm trying to tell the truth, it's all bad

And since you're looking for the proof, it's all there

Come on baby, I'ma tell the truth and nothing but the truth

You can't handle the truth, you can't handle the truth

(Do-do, do-do-do)

And since I'm trying to tell the truth

So tell me why you got to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie?

So tell me why you got to lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie, lie?

See, I'ma call it off here, boy, this intuition ancient, oh

You ain't even really gotta say shit

I peep your in-the-cut shit, yeah, I'm a sharp motherfuck-er

No peace 'til we sleeping, we find reasons for deceiving

And then we both can keep the secrets

I remember when it felt like a dream

I hope it's a blessed world

And I bet your next girl won't tell you the truth, like I do

It's just we were coasting on a new high

You never let slip that hand on my hip

It was Heaven, it was bliss 'til it flipped, right

I ain't finna lie to you though

I ain't finna cry, never mind that you lied

That you spilled milk all on my clothes (fuck)

They say you reap what you sow

Lord knows that's some lies I've been told

Ooh, watch it grow

And I done finally heard the truth, it's all bad

I wasn't looking for the proof, but goddamn

Come on baby, you should tell the truth, but baby fuck the truth

I can't handle it, you can't handle it

Da-da-da-da da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da

Da-da-da-da-da-da-da

Da-da-da da-da-da

Da-da-da-da, da-da-da

You got me extremely fucked up

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

On a money mission, tryna get it

Split it with all of my hombres

Boy the revolution underway (on the way?)

No, it's underway (underwear)

(He said underwear)

(He said underwear that's so stupid) Yeah, yeah

I don't really like the fuckin' riddle

But if it's an issue, then let's address it, I got other shit to tend to

Really with the pen, I'm an issue but it's not what you

Saying, it's what you thinking on your mental

Never this, you never did shoot

Well never could prove

My young niggas pull incredible moves

Get off the couch, get money like the Everest dude

The world tough, boy, don't get beheaded

You damn right, I could've never better said it

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

On a money mission, tryna get it

Split it with all of my hombres

Boy the revolution underway (on the way?)

No, it's underway (underwear) (He said underwear that's so stupid)

(He said underwear, aight

Well, again ha-ha-ha) Yeah, yeah, yeah

Tryna make a little meal ticket

Put a mil' on a house and crib

House of Cards, House of broads

Get it in how you live

How the fam? How the kids, little son?

Getting big, that's your chick? Oh shit

I wanna be like you when I get older

I wanna try the baking and soda and coke with the cola

And dope with the odor

Damn shit

Look like I gotta bust heads like bruh said nigga

Suspect

And I don't play muhfuckin nut check, this a gut check

After I done killed y'all, imma hit your bitch up and

Have a slut fest

No Morris Chestnut, bitch nut chest

Leave the nigga in the past where the dust is

This a 100 round drum, nigga duck this

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

On a money mission, tryna get it

Split it with all of my hombres

Boy the revolution underway (on the way?)

No, it's underway (underwear)

(He said underwear)

(He said underwear, that's so stupid) Yeah, yeah

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

Leonardo too, you know what imma say

Imma make a move, get to it andale

Over and under pay, stunt like my mama say

I don't really like the fuckin riddle

So if it's an issue then let's address it like salad

Come on, let us

Burger wanna beef with a king

Come on checkers, check us, chickity check yourself

Before you wreck yo'

Niggas slap and dap hands and let the TEC go

Disrespectful shit like that, I don't regret tho

My nigga just got locked up two Fridays ago

Play the McConaughey, now he out of that hoe

Fuck the streets, we done conquered divided that hoe

Block shots, I am Vlade Divac in this hoe

With a 9 cocked screaming hypocrisy tho

Finna wild in this hoe, finna wild in this hoe

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

On a money mission, tryna get it

Split it with all of my hombres

Boy the revolution underway (on the way?)

No, it's underway (underwear)

(Damn, everything's underway)

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

On a money mission, tryna get it

Split it with all of my hombres

Boy the revolution underway (on the way?)

No, it's underway (underwear)

Over there

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Melancholy cool

Matthew McConaughey

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Your best shit ain't better than my worst shit, yeah

Ain't better than my worst shit, yeah

Your best shit ain't better than my worst shit, yeah

Don't call me underrated, you ain't heard shit, yeah

Work like a vet, and know I don't work for a check

But I'ma run it up, you can bet

Fuck the competition, I'll impress myself

Don't need to watch me, you should check yourself

So much on the shelf that if I take a verse off the shelf

It probably break the Earth, raise Hell

Burn like 8701, Ushered in a new a flow for the old one

Her pants too tight, I don't hold no gun

But Jiddy J.I.D bookbag probably hold one

I keep a smile on my face when it's all bad

Record labels on my line, I ain't called back

And your girl on my line, I ain't called back

He got his eye on the prize and they all mad

As I reminisce I'm doing well, yeah

Buying with my 9, bitch it the smell, nah

My nigga caught charge, yeah, he caught the L

He down the road now, send him some mail

Get it while they get his goods, I had to get it together

I was gathering my goods for the inclement weather

Trying to make it heavy and heard your shit was light as a feather

That's fine, get it together, you can do better

You can be whatever you gon' be

But you can be never, J.I.D the monster

Mayhem and tax by the letter

Let us pray for those who thought it was a game or child's play

Somebody answer, take the flow and I wish

Your best shit ain't better than my worst shit, yeah

That 40 on me now, I disperse shit, yeah

Heard what I said, let 'em twerk, drop they berk shit, yeah

But she ain't even heard the kid yet

Serve shit off purpose, on point with a smooth work shit

On purpose, outpatient, might surface

Imagine me if I got it

If my nine stop busting, imagine me with a shotty

Imagine me with your shorty

Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury

Probably be with

Yeah, too many hoes on my D-I-C-K

I run the game like V-I-C-K

You ain't talking shit, no habla ingles

I can cock that thing back and pon de replay

I'ma be the man, and I know that you feel it

Fast-forward, in five years in LA in a Bentley

I been a Renaissance, finna send a bomb

Hit him in his arm, leg, head, nigga swam oceans for the commas

Oh my Jesus, the tops in the gray coupe

And when you hit the gas, that shit growl like a gray wolf

I'm murdering the game like Beowulf, what you saying?

You 'bout to get slayed, hop out the roof with the woof

Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it

Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty

I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari

Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty

It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies

I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly

And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic

The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine

Ain't nun better than a bad ass chick with the check

Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check

Ain't nun better than a bad ass bish with

The check nun badder than a bad ass chick with the

Twenty-three dollars in my pockets, I'm rich as fuck

'Cause my nigga just hit me from the pen and I hooked him up

Fast-forward ten years, we hopping out of the matte black truck

Black lips, dark abyss in my cup

Wrist sick 'cause I shit like 2 Bitches, 1 Cup

You a witness, I been had bitches like Pac and Clinton

I Ibaka your shot to give dick to Ms. Hilson

Do the Pretty Girl Rock with this shit in your kidneys

Blow the clit to oblivion, guess I'm talking belligerent

Head off, I'm so ignorant, please state your significance

Ain't no harmony, thug, but my bone is the busiest

Hit my phone, I'm lonely inside expensive interior

Boy, I be happy with nothing, imagine me if I got it

Say if my nine stop busting, imagine me with the shotty

I been pushing this Pontiac, imagine me in the 'Rari

Bumping "God's Whisper" by Raury, probably be with a shorty

It's probably Tuesday night, she probably pull up at Follies

I probably pop me a, nah, she probably pop her a molly

And then she just a hood booger, probably claim she exotic

The only thing that's exotic is all this weed in my pocket, but she fine

Ain't nun better than a bad ass chick with the check

Nun badder than a bad bish wit the check

Ain't nun better than a bad ass bish with

The check nun badder than a bad ass chick with the

Everybody gotta be something

Everybody wanna be something

Be something, don't be nothing

Everybody gotta be something

Everybody gotta love somebody

Everybody gotta fuck somebody

Love somebody, don't fuck anybody

Everybody gotta be something

Look, it's like quiet as kept

I been the sickest for a sec

I never been pressed for all the cameras and the press

I'm not the type of guy that be wildin' for respect

I'd rather be wildin' for a check

I'm doing that now to manifest

I got my head right and it's blessed

The rap game like checkers and chess and tryna make a monopoly

I got a lot of mess but it's cool, I'mma test it

Got my choice root, I'm destined for greatness

Patience is cool, I had to learn that too

I had got kicked out of school like nigga fuck y'all rules

And them niggas that snitched on me, yea it's fuck y'all too

My momma hit a nigga phone like what the fuck y'all do? Nothing

I just finesse, I'll give 'em back all they little money

But everybody gotta juug somebody

Everybody gotta juug somebody, yea

Everybody gotta be something

Everybody wanna be something

Be something, don't be nothing

Everybody gotta be something

Everybody gotta love somebody

Everybody gotta fuck somebody

Love somebody, don't fuck anybody

Everybody gotta be something

They asked me what's my sound? I tell 'em nocan thing particular

I'm blowing this purple 'til I feel perpendicular

My flow crash like homicide vehicular

Leave a nigga's brain at the scene, sign for signature

Kicking rhymes as I'm flipping thru the pages of literature

Literally, I'm the shit

What you having for dinner?

Born to win but born a sinner

And that's word to Jermaine

Cold flow, Cole World, but we living the same

I was standing in the hall, we was listening to Dame

He was schooling some niggas, putting them up on some game

I'm ear hustling, hoping my niggas doing the same

Shit, that ain't same, my brain strain, combust into flames

He dropped gems bout life and getting up in the game

Or getting fucked in the game and how it's really kinda tough to complain

When you can be what you want

It not really much to explain

So fuck that, hustle for cream and go for the dream

Everybody gotta be something

Everybody wanna be something

Be something, don't be nothing

Everybody gotta be something

Everybody gotta love somebody

Everybody gotta fuck somebody

Love somebody, don't fuck anybody

Everybody gotta be something

Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch

The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff

Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of their wrist

Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth

Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss

Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley

Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies

Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry

Wasn't empathy

Remember we would front yard brawl with big Timothy

Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy

My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy

Caught one nigga then caught fifteen

I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was fifteen

Now I'm kicking '16's with a big screen

In an attempt to get the big cream

Little guy with a big dream, I need guidance

'Cause if we don't succeed I probably proceed violence

Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby

I don't fuck with nobody

No team and no posse

You can catch it like Shockey

King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie

Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me

Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch

The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff

Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they're wrist

Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth

So part of the reason I be so hard on my people

We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in

I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias

Packing a coliseum, ain't no parking, I gotta see JID

Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be

I could out of my mind, thinking logically

No apologies for speaking how I feel

I silently swore solemnly

That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me

Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me

Yo chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers

Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers

You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us

They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles

Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us

Probably have to rock that vest shit you fuckin' with us

Wait

Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch

The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff

Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist

Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth

Okay but fuck that shit

I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em

Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance

Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench

But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it

Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid

One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid

Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul

So paid the piper or meet the sniper legend of the fall

I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all

I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls

You couldn't kill it and take it out of me

The ideology, this the odyssey

I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me

Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers

The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion

So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness

I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants

Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties

Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies

It kinda is 'cause they're shooting

Kind of shit is you moving?

Shit I'm pushing ain't proud of people life

Where I grew up someone tutored the students

These niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit

Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist

My pen carries my many sins

The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence

Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken

Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead sick on a med Addicted

My lead sick on 'em, send 'em to hell

Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a

Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I

Bitch