You Aint Never (feat. Duece202)

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If he mean muggin me he gonna die for that look
Got the burner on me he a small frie he get cooked
I ain't givin shit back that I took
And the kid only 20 and ballin higher than a rookie
I been think bout writing relesin a book
Bout how niggas be scary they shook
He was dissin me ina song and now He swin with the fishes for spittin that hook
He ain't livin his rhyme he a crook
I ain't fuckin with bitches I'm tryin get rich
Hit that lick by myself he a snitch
You gave the youngins irons he was geekin to click
Now his life ona line you wrong as shit
Niggas came back and killed him you ain't do shit but cry like a bitch
You ain't go spin the bend on they rip
You ain't felt what I felt you ain't livin the life that I live
You wasn't sixteen with 2 kids
You ain't trap on the block all night niggas came thru sparkin
And you either click or get hit
You ain't yell at that bitch when shawty threw a fit
You ain't run out of food now you gotta eat honey and grits
You ain't hit at a opp with the stick
You ain't try to get off of your ass cause you and mom aint have shit
Turn the two to a four a mean flip
She ate me up a mean spit
I lost my bro this shit aint the same homie
I knew you was gonna change on me
Tried to give that boy assists he turned around and tried to bang on me
I aint thinkin bout no bitch i smoke this shit up with my gang only
And my daughters always with my even tatted both they names on me
I aint tryin go back to old ways i kept that flame on me
I know you buy alot cars and clothes but just dont change on me
If he mean muggin me he gonna die for that look
Got the burner on me he a small fry he get cooked
I aint givin shit back that i took
And the kid only 20 and ballin higher than a rook
I been think bout writing relesin a book
Bout how niggas be scary they shook
He was dissin me ina song and now he swin with the fishes for spittin that hook
He aint livin his rhyme he a crook
I aint fuckin with bitches im tryin get rich
Hit that lick by myself he a snitch
You gave the youngins irons he was geekin to click
Now his life ona line you wrong as shit
Niggas came back and killed him you aint do shit but cry like a bitch
You aint go spin the bend on they rip
You aint felt what i felt you aint livin the life that i live
You wasnt sixteen with 2 kids
If i call you my brother i love you my nigga forever i bang that
Jody died with his pistol on him how the f*ck was i suppose to explain that
Give a f*ck if we dont claim the same set
Real nigga i am i remain that
Know you better get homie a new state of mind
For this russian mac be where his brains at
And i aint gotta tell brodie dont change on me
In the hood everyday with my chains on me
Swear to god you would think that these bitches knew marshawn lench
How they use to run game on me
Nah you ain't never had to choose
Rather you gonna keep the gas on or pay the light bill one or the other
Or wash with a bar or soap the same size eraser cause you had to split with your brother
How the f*ck ima learn to be good to you im surrounded by hatred and pain
I told brodie we ball the same
We gonna hop in that push start and pause the game gang
If he mean muggin me he gonna die for that look
Got the burner on me he a small fry he get cooked
I aint givin shit back that i took
And the kid only 20 and ballin higher than a rook
I been think bout writing relesin a book
Bout how niggas be scary they shook
He was dissin me ina song and now he swin with the fishes for spittin that hook
He ain't livin his rhyme he a crook

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