Never Stop

Ayo Phex u fuckin crazy!

4our pockets full but ion know lil baby

I hang with bloods & crips, we be going crazy,brazy

You like a oak tree you real shady

I'll knock his shit loose I put that on my own baby

Microwave don't work but we gone make it pop

Yea I'm still going hard ain gone never,ever,ever stop

Brodie on da way home yea he finna drop

I told him keep it low key like a bottom lock never stop

Bitch mad cuz ain wife her
Cut dat nigga cause ain going through no cycles
They left me in da jungle and I came out a tiger
Feel like Kanye Yeezy they got me talking through da wire
I'm way past mad it's like my soul on fire
Hit him in da head like da DC sniper
Took a shit & piss oh I think I need a diaper
And yea I'm paid & full feel like Mekhi Phifer
Running,running,running they can't take nun else from me
His whole entourage full of nun but crash dummies
This shit too real I can feel it in my stomach
Ain been to the doctor but I got a new tummy
Got da story I swear dat shit had me sick
Dat boi a real bitch had to put him on da list
Heard da feds watching had to make a shift quick
Dem niggas sending shots but all of em missed
If you don't no nothing I'ma tell u dis
These crystal clear diamonds look like Sierra Mist
Ion listen to CDs but I heard da diss
I had to take a second, I swear these niggas got me pissed

4our pockets full but ion know lil baby

I hang with bloods & crips, we be going crazy,brazy

You like a oak tree you real shady

I'll knock his shit loose I put that on my own baby

Microwave don't work but we gone make it pop

Yea I'm still going hard ain gone never,ever,ever stop

Brodie on da way home yea he finna drop

I told him keep it low key like a bottom lock never stop

And dis real,real,real
Seen my brothers in dat box and they was so so still
And I be high as hell at night watching kill bill
These niggas faker then a perc
That's why I can't pop no pills
I remember nights it was cold in dat cell
Look my son in da eyes I can't go back to jail
I do believe in God but ima give these nigga hell
Soon I pop up on da scene u can already tell
Trap it out yea they know what we talm bout
Soon as we pop out,it's time to bring dem cameras out
Yea it's a movie call Spike Lee
I swear I can't move until u pay that fee
I still got love for niggas who already jumped ships
It's okay just keep my name off yo lips
For these monkey nigga we got real banana clips
You gotta hold it in ya hand,u can't keep it on ya hip

4our pockets full but ion know lil baby

I hang with bloods & crips, we be going crazy,brazy

You like a oak tree you real shady

I'll knock his shit loose I put that on my own baby

Microwave don't work but we gone make it pop

Yea I'm still going hard ain gone never,ever,ever stop

Brodie on da way home yea he finna drop

I told him keep it low key like a bottom lock never stop