Milano the Great - Neva Ran

You know what you're gonna do?
What you want me to do, snitch? I know you don't want me give up no cops
What you want? You want gangsters?
Pick one. Jew gangsters, Mick gangsters, Guinees?
They been bleeding Harlem dry since they got off the boat
I don't give a fuck about no crime figures, Vick
You can have them

Lil nigga fix your face, act like it's pose to never rain
Dark days made me that nigga I needed to feel that pain
Yo bro, pass me a cup pour me up I don't feel the same
Call me what you want, you can't say I'm broke or a lame
Bitch I never snitched, I neva ran, I neva sang
I focus on the money and niggas next to me bang
The clout consume they soul and they kill you just for the fame
Addicted to killing I hear the devil when I aim

If you don't recognize motherfucka you know my wealth
I did some things that I regret I barely recognize myself
I come gift wrapped in designer baby your lil heart a melt
Got a ribbon on these jeans these Amiris don't need no belt
So come open up this present, no disrespect but I said it
Your nigga get outta line again he gone need a medic
Kept that blink I risked that time, I pray that bitch get outta line
Niggas switch on they brothers ready to sign dotted line
Label give me fifteen it's eighty if I just stick to mine
Simple math lil Bozo obvious I don't plan to sign
Fiend for sex, do that thing you do to me one more time
Cuz you want shopping sprees constantly on the rodeo drive
Only fuck when I'm protected girl I don't need no surprise
Crazy bitch do better you must be on crooked letter... crooked letter...i
Them boys cut from a different cloth they don't compare to i
I really been all through it, I deserve my piece of the pie!

Lil nigga fix your face, act like it's pose to never rain
Dark days made me that nigga I needed to feel that pain
Yo bro, pass me a cup pour me up I don't feel the same
Call me what you want, you can't say I'm broke or a lame
Bitch I never snitched, I neva ran, I neva sang
I focus on the money and niggas next to me bang
The clout consume they soul and they kill you just for the fame
Addicted to killing I hear the devil when I aim!

Let me tell you something lil nigga, hold on I pardon self
There's no winning in the streets, you don't get a ring or a belt
It gone eat you up and spit you out
Don't be fake be who u about
The love you show won't get it back that's just a fact it'll sit you down
Giving out fake smiles and pounds
Can get you clipped just for a pound
Got to get your mama to move, she'll get a round you ain't around
Watch and move how bosses move
You close your eyes you bound to lose
Make sure that you play by the rules
Can't play both sides you got to choose
Nigga if you playing in the streets, stick by the code huh
Nigga snitch can't take that back, you sold your soul, huh
My niggas like that and they sturdy (Never fold huh)
My niggas like that and they sturdy (Never told huh)

Lil nigga fix your face, act like it's pose to never rain
Dark days made me that nigga I needed to feel that pain
Yo bro, pass me a cup pour me up I don't feel the same
Call me what you want, you can't say I'm broke or a lame
Bitch I never snitched, I neva ran, I neva sang
I focus on the money and niggas next to me bang
The clout consume they soul and they kill you just for the fame
Addicted to killing I hear the devil when I aim!

Written by:
Milan Scott

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