Never Fold
Ain't got a 'rollie on my wrist, but I still know its time to shine
God flow, flow like water 'bout to turn water into fn wine
Bruh I'm sticking to the game plan, coming out the H like Michael Strahan
Grab your girls tits right in front of you then I slap you with the same hand
Spit that shit that make 'em say damn, paid my dues & all the extra fees
I was 6 and had girls on they knees, that was way back at Chucky Cheese
In the game getting comfortable, if they ain't down with us man f 'em too
I could make a blue print for these clueless suckas but they still couldn't do what I do
Now I got the sauce, picante, I don't ever got a off day
Time is money then I'm always on time like Ja Rule, Ashanti
Damn what would my mom say? See me doing drugs in all these different places
Let her down along time ago but this rap shit got me back in good graces
How you know you the man? Rapping for a couple grand
Fuck rap, put in OT so your check could be a grand
Try to keep it real 'round fakes, I can't that ain't who I am
Tell 'em who I am
Yeah you talking but ain't saying shit
Everybody on the same shit
Fuckboy, lames, its the same shit
Boy I ain't the one to play with
Boy oh no oh, I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
Never fold, what the fuck you mean? Boy I been had this fucking dream
Since the age of 15 when I was still tryna hide my porno magazines
Now I'm on the scene shoutout the supporters, rocking shows now they grab recorders
All about peace, still got a room full of people screaming Mo' Murda
Still I'm certain y'all want no plex, rappers bitches they don't know they own sex
They don't even write they own checks, all talk like phone sex
Only one thing matters and its not wealth, took losses, learned, and then I taught self
Now everybody reaching like a midget tryna get to the top shelf, I'm good
How you know you the man? Rapping for a couple grand
Fuck rap, put in OT so your check could be a grand
Try to keep it real 'round fakes, I can't that ain't who I am
Tell 'em who I am
Yeah you talking but ain't saying shit
Everybody on the same shit
Fuckboy, lames, its the same shit
Boy I ain't the one to play with
Boy oh no oh, I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
God flow, flow like water 'bout to turn water into fn wine
Bruh I'm sticking to the game plan, coming out the H like Michael Strahan
Grab your girls tits right in front of you then I slap you with the same hand
Spit that shit that make 'em say damn, paid my dues & all the extra fees
I was 6 and had girls on they knees, that was way back at Chucky Cheese
In the game getting comfortable, if they ain't down with us man f 'em too
I could make a blue print for these clueless suckas but they still couldn't do what I do
Now I got the sauce, picante, I don't ever got a off day
Time is money then I'm always on time like Ja Rule, Ashanti
Damn what would my mom say? See me doing drugs in all these different places
Let her down along time ago but this rap shit got me back in good graces
How you know you the man? Rapping for a couple grand
Fuck rap, put in OT so your check could be a grand
Try to keep it real 'round fakes, I can't that ain't who I am
Tell 'em who I am
Yeah you talking but ain't saying shit
Everybody on the same shit
Fuckboy, lames, its the same shit
Boy I ain't the one to play with
Boy oh no oh, I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
Never fold, what the fuck you mean? Boy I been had this fucking dream
Since the age of 15 when I was still tryna hide my porno magazines
Now I'm on the scene shoutout the supporters, rocking shows now they grab recorders
All about peace, still got a room full of people screaming Mo' Murda
Still I'm certain y'all want no plex, rappers bitches they don't know they own sex
They don't even write they own checks, all talk like phone sex
Only one thing matters and its not wealth, took losses, learned, and then I taught self
Now everybody reaching like a midget tryna get to the top shelf, I'm good
How you know you the man? Rapping for a couple grand
Fuck rap, put in OT so your check could be a grand
Try to keep it real 'round fakes, I can't that ain't who I am
Tell 'em who I am
Yeah you talking but ain't saying shit
Everybody on the same shit
Fuckboy, lames, its the same shit
Boy I ain't the one to play with
Boy oh no oh, I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
I need more dough, I be dolo
Boy I'm so throwed, never fold
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Writer(s): Robert Villarreal
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