Neva Cared

Real nigga ion gotta show it
All in these lyrics you hear the emotion
Don't got the whip I'm still movin in motion
She fell in love cus I gave her that potion
Always been solid can't go for the hoein
Ian never cared for the streets
You niggas ain't hard all you doin is smokin
Can"t have a hoe and she can't have me
Only one vision I'm making these beats
Runnin it up ion need no sleep
Runnin it up ion need no cleats
Tryna be gang you gon pay that fee
Niggas be clickin with niggas they don't even like
That shit aint clickin
From fussin to fuckin I be in the clit all night
End of discussion
And I'm proud of where I come from but I'm not buyin her prada
Ian fuckin with no girl unless she gon give me a daughter
I be lackin steady cappin self aware gotta go harder
If ian at the top I'm damn near close that's on my momma
I be stressin, where the blessin, this shit feel like rock bottom
I feel happy when I hop in that impala
Crusin late night, need a date night
I feel unbothered
I hear them words they runnin back, came from my father

Lil nigga I can bless you like the pope
Niggas looking for some hope
Keep my foot on niggas throat cover my mouth up with my hand
Sometimes I just be typin erasing the shit I'm sayin
I ain't the fighting type I up the blick and get to sprayin
Free them members doin time
They ask me how I'm doing say I'm fine and I be lyin
Roll my problems in a wood and face that bitch I take my time
Still not a rapper I'm just getting shit up off my fuckin mind
Why you hatin on a nigga should be proud I'm on my grind
Feel like I'm the most hated being real must be a crime
Jumpin niggas like its pogo
Find out where he at and we gon leave his white tee roho
Never needed help cus bitch I'm dolo
Bodies been dropping we gon keep that on the low tho
Love it when she give me brain she suck it good thats a low blow
Feel like I'm Stephen Curry I might shoot some shit from logo
JohnWiic like a assassin ian talkin bout the polo
Shoot em in his shit then hit the gas I gotta go hoe

Uh
I be writing you be typing
Ian found a nigga like me
And I'm tryna get these bands
Imma do it like I'm Nike
Niggas goofy, ian cappin
Can't trust em, he rattin
Turn a nigga to a caption bendin yo block like nigga what happened
I got sticks, no madden
Disappear, no fraction
I need a pill, for the action
In the field, and its crackin
Don't get killed, it's tragic
Shit get real, no flaggin
Let's do a drill, its static
For a feature, I'm taxin
You in the bleachers, you actin
I'm the teacher, let's graph it
The smoke, you can have it
She give me throat, that's magic
Making her choke, that's graphic
Ain't cuffin no hoes, I'm savage
Tell em free poke, he packin
I'm in control, I'm snapping

Theyon care bout a nigga emotions
Never cared just a nigga that's hopeless
No control nigga feeing remote-less
On my own I'm surrounded by ocean
Music and money that shit fill me
Never cared for the fame not me
I be happy with my lil 100 likes niggas cryin cus they ain't get three
I be caring for the wrong fuckin people
I be caring but the care never equal
Never scary I go hard for my people
Never lackin imma look thru that peephole
Feathers fallin thinking I'm seeing angels
See the devil from multiple angles
I'm uneasy hair rising like angel
Never cared I enjoy all the pain hoe

And I'm proud of where I come from ian never comin back
Ian fuckin with no love until the love is coming back
I be tripping I be slippin gotta get up off my ass
Gotta set straight my priorities it's God then the bag
I be stressin where the blessin, this shit just gettin harder
I feel happy when I'm typin all these bars up
Crusin late night think I feel right
I feel unbothered
I hear them words they runnin back, came from my father



Credits
Writer(s): Johnathan Richardson
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