Never

[Verse 1: Raz] Never been the nigga who gone fake it 'til I make it I'd rather be the one to hustle hard 'til take it Never fronted on the women I've laid down Been real, ask the people I stay round Lyrically I'm taking selfies all up on the beat Charging niggas for the paper no receipt Shit I gotta eat Trying to find the other side where the grass is green Can't decide between... (Ugh what's your names again) Watching niggas moving weight just to get money Young and dumb, just a scrub Couldn't wait to get money But even a young buck Contemplating such and such Always had dreams, never been the type to give em up My words shoot through your closed mind open up First round knock em out Tys type opener I'm getting busy these niggas is idle pawns Snakes in the grass guess I got to mow the lawn I ain't fucking up my kicks So I stay from round the bullshit Killing haters 'fore they born nigga that's abortion Keep it funky being fake is too hard I rather kick back and spit it game at your broad What's up.. [Verse: 2] I'm a beast Hands down You can get euthanized dawg better stand down I'm with the illest crew Homie we'll diminish you See you been a bitch at heart, nigga that's your inner truth Proof is in the pudding, spooned your bitch hope you get the scoop Ya girl been a ho truth be told think I'm helping you Never been a fool Fall for tricks shit I didn't do Had me slipping back in '06 yeah, middle school Dropping jewels man I hope you dig 'em out Nevermind the price this one's on the house [Verse 3: LoMd] Y’all living for the gimmicks never been that My syntax led me to tracks To progress with my intellect My inner sense won’t let me rest And ever since I announced the date “Are you finished yet” is all I ever get along, with umm... “Himie won’t you write me a song” - Are you kidding man? When’s the last time you ever listened yeah It’s frustrating in the basement when your city ain’t trying to give you a chance Never been the cat to get outdone on beats Uh-oh Freeman's floating in Infinite forces forcing flipping phonies to fold their hand Handling hip-hop with the handles of Iverson I’ve been fed up with label cats trying to hold us in I’m an artisan with the side hustle of arsonist Ain’t no point in jawing with these plankton that’s been targeting The armor that I’m garnishing, pardon this If you like beef I’m cool with Sparkz and Hicks Jordan probably on the tape, that’s who I’m marching with Never been one for partying Trying to turn my pages into paper, then smile in the faces of the fakest friends Like hold up what’s your name again 'Cus you sure didn't know mine when I was laboring Forreal...