Never Fold
I heard the brokest niggas loud and that's why I don't make a sound
When it come to my respect and money I don't play around
All these niggas be so cap I be wondering where the gown
I don't talk on internet I just pull up and put you down
Skinny nigga with a stick if you get wrong I get you right
Thought I told you when it get dark boy do not stop at no light
Tried to get back but they couldn't find me yea i'm outta sight
Why the fuck you got this pad in front of me I do not write
Me and Fritz we getting so much money they think we do fraud
We ain't suppose to make it out look how we beating all the odds
If my shooter come back with bullets then he ain't do his job
Ima up that fire myself and imma send him up to God
It's your best bet not to try it nigga do not cross that line
They gone charge it to the game but nigga you gone pay the fine
Ran up on 'em took his chain off you would of thought it was mine
They thought I wasn't on nothing cause I do graphic design
I gave niggas a pandemic and they still ain't catching up
Girl put your face up and close your eyes cause i'm about to buss
Why this pussy ass nigga always claiming that he tough
Even though they call me Smooth growing up man that shit was rough
No amount of dough would make me switch up and tell on my bros
You was facing five to life ain't wanna do it so you told
Tried to dap me up but snitching what the fuck nigga you bold
Imma solid ass nigga that mean I would never fold
When it come to my respect and money I don't play around
All these niggas be so cap I be wondering where the gown
I don't talk on internet I just pull up and put you down
Skinny nigga with a stick if you get wrong I get you right
Thought I told you when it get dark boy do not stop at no light
Tried to get back but they couldn't find me yea i'm outta sight
Why the fuck you got this pad in front of me I do not write
Me and Fritz we getting so much money they think we do fraud
We ain't suppose to make it out look how we beating all the odds
If my shooter come back with bullets then he ain't do his job
Ima up that fire myself and imma send him up to God
It's your best bet not to try it nigga do not cross that line
They gone charge it to the game but nigga you gone pay the fine
Ran up on 'em took his chain off you would of thought it was mine
They thought I wasn't on nothing cause I do graphic design
I gave niggas a pandemic and they still ain't catching up
Girl put your face up and close your eyes cause i'm about to buss
Why this pussy ass nigga always claiming that he tough
Even though they call me Smooth growing up man that shit was rough
No amount of dough would make me switch up and tell on my bros
You was facing five to life ain't wanna do it so you told
Tried to dap me up but snitching what the fuck nigga you bold
Imma solid ass nigga that mean I would never fold
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Writer(s): Hansley Felix
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