Never Look Back
Rolling the Marley
Filling the smoke in my body
Euphoria
This shorty
She say she adore me bruh
Can't take chances
Cause I got some stories bruh
Face painted like Manson
Get off my ass
I can't be no cancer
Put it in this work
Like my name is Prancer
Get a lil jiggy
But I'm not a dancer
Uhh
Put in some overtime
I just been on my grind
Not sweating no bitches
Protecting my energy
Picky who get it
Peeps ain't feeling me
Cause I'm equipped
They sitting at home
Only know ghetto
I left the hood
Found out that was feo
Saw some new sights
Expanded mind wide
Can't be trapping forever
But I need some bezels
Did some research
Succeeded
No Devil
Play my cards right
Got my guard right
We got all night
I'm at tall sights
Call me the Empire
Know I'm Zay with Spray
And I spit the fire
Business man
You get hired
Bitch
I ain't gone lie
Too much pain in my head
Thinking about the future
I'm not even try to stress
If he run up
He get put to the rest
One in your face
Two to your chest
I'm gone die about my respect
Better be ready
You reach for my neck
Don't call my phone
If it ain't bout a check
Bet
I'm coming back
If he was talking
You know he got wack
Smoking that nigga
His ass in the pack
Remember
Was hitting your bitch from the back
Two months ago
I was moving that sack
Stepped out the house
I ain't even look back
Shout out lil Bez
Lil bro never lack
Niggas get popped
Just from running they mouth
I was born in the north
But I'm raised the south
Raised in the four
I ain't never look back
I got
Techniques to get to the bag
Tired of you looking sad
Get on that block
And get you some cash bitch
I'm on the way
On a dash bitch
Like Flash bitch
Be there in jiffy
But jiffy be sticky
If you don't got the bread
Then stick with blicky
I been waking and baking
This za
Guess it's time to awaken
Been grown about shit
I think my mind
Yeah it's aging
I write the book
I'm tearing this pages
Cuz it's my past
I'm elevating
Go back to hood
They say that I'm changing
They confuse it with growth
All niggas do is be hating
Why you on me
Cause I do what I do
For my cheese
Went from benjamins
On my mind
Then to benjamins
All the time
Now a benjamin
Just a line
Remember when benjamins
Meant you grind
Now the inflation
Of these impatient niggas
Got us scraping
Collars to triggers
But Zay
He gotta bigger picture
Not filled the missiles
Never official
Got a big pistol
Aim it at all of you
Don't attack me
Cause you don't have my views
Get a big clue of
What I am saying
Cause it's this canvas
Trust that I'm painting
Been splashing and plotting
Never in pocket
But in my pocket
Is a big rocket
I ain't gone lie
Too much pain in my head
Thinking about the future
I ain't even trying to stress
If he run up
He get put to the rest
One in your face
Two to your chest
I'm gone die about my respect
Better be ready
You reach for my neck
Don't call my phone
If it ain't bout a check
Bet
I'm coming back
If he was talking
You know he got wack
Smoking that nigga
His ass in the pack
Remember
Was hitting your bitch from the back
Two months ago
I was moving that sack
Stepped out the house
I ain't even look back
Shout out lil Bez
Lil bro never lack
Niggas get popped
Just from running they mouth
I was born in the north
But I'm raised the south
Raised in the four
I ain't never look back
Filling the smoke in my body
Euphoria
This shorty
She say she adore me bruh
Can't take chances
Cause I got some stories bruh
Face painted like Manson
Get off my ass
I can't be no cancer
Put it in this work
Like my name is Prancer
Get a lil jiggy
But I'm not a dancer
Uhh
Put in some overtime
I just been on my grind
Not sweating no bitches
Protecting my energy
Picky who get it
Peeps ain't feeling me
Cause I'm equipped
They sitting at home
Only know ghetto
I left the hood
Found out that was feo
Saw some new sights
Expanded mind wide
Can't be trapping forever
But I need some bezels
Did some research
Succeeded
No Devil
Play my cards right
Got my guard right
We got all night
I'm at tall sights
Call me the Empire
Know I'm Zay with Spray
And I spit the fire
Business man
You get hired
Bitch
I ain't gone lie
Too much pain in my head
Thinking about the future
I'm not even try to stress
If he run up
He get put to the rest
One in your face
Two to your chest
I'm gone die about my respect
Better be ready
You reach for my neck
Don't call my phone
If it ain't bout a check
Bet
I'm coming back
If he was talking
You know he got wack
Smoking that nigga
His ass in the pack
Remember
Was hitting your bitch from the back
Two months ago
I was moving that sack
Stepped out the house
I ain't even look back
Shout out lil Bez
Lil bro never lack
Niggas get popped
Just from running they mouth
I was born in the north
But I'm raised the south
Raised in the four
I ain't never look back
I got
Techniques to get to the bag
Tired of you looking sad
Get on that block
And get you some cash bitch
I'm on the way
On a dash bitch
Like Flash bitch
Be there in jiffy
But jiffy be sticky
If you don't got the bread
Then stick with blicky
I been waking and baking
This za
Guess it's time to awaken
Been grown about shit
I think my mind
Yeah it's aging
I write the book
I'm tearing this pages
Cuz it's my past
I'm elevating
Go back to hood
They say that I'm changing
They confuse it with growth
All niggas do is be hating
Why you on me
Cause I do what I do
For my cheese
Went from benjamins
On my mind
Then to benjamins
All the time
Now a benjamin
Just a line
Remember when benjamins
Meant you grind
Now the inflation
Of these impatient niggas
Got us scraping
Collars to triggers
But Zay
He gotta bigger picture
Not filled the missiles
Never official
Got a big pistol
Aim it at all of you
Don't attack me
Cause you don't have my views
Get a big clue of
What I am saying
Cause it's this canvas
Trust that I'm painting
Been splashing and plotting
Never in pocket
But in my pocket
Is a big rocket
I ain't gone lie
Too much pain in my head
Thinking about the future
I ain't even trying to stress
If he run up
He get put to the rest
One in your face
Two to your chest
I'm gone die about my respect
Better be ready
You reach for my neck
Don't call my phone
If it ain't bout a check
Bet
I'm coming back
If he was talking
You know he got wack
Smoking that nigga
His ass in the pack
Remember
Was hitting your bitch from the back
Two months ago
I was moving that sack
Stepped out the house
I ain't even look back
Shout out lil Bez
Lil bro never lack
Niggas get popped
Just from running they mouth
I was born in the north
But I'm raised the south
Raised in the four
I ain't never look back
Credits
Writer(s): Xavier Phipps
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