Kbgocrazy - Never Goin' Back

Bitch don’t touch me 'cos this jacket cost me, 'bout a couple racks
I need money for my tummy, use to starve and it was bad
Thought you loved me, was not for me, bitch you stabbed me in my back
They touch money and act funny, 'cos they don’t know how to act
I was bummy, takin' money, I ain't never goin' back
When you runnin' from your problems, it feel nice to touch a bag
My fam love me 'cos I keep it real, I’ll never lie again
For my brothers, I'd take a case or body just for them
I just popped like two pills
I need brand new blue bills
Swear this life get too real
One wrong look get dude killed
Eyes on keys, like Rico
Actin' tough, get Deebo'd
Takin' off, no Migo
Stitch lip, keep the G-code
Know they prayin' on my down, they just want me to fail
I stayed humble thru the trails, knew thru God I’d prevail
If you laced up in my shoes, what would you do
Swear I did some shit, I know I wasn’t proud to do
I just pour my heart and soul, and spill it in the booth
In the studio garage for now, but watch what we gone do
We done went from walkin' everywhere, but now we whippin' coupes
I’m in pain 'cos they say hurt will always come out wit the truth
Bitch don’t touch me 'cos this jacket cost me, 'bout a couple racks
I need money for my tummy, use to starve and it was bad
Thought you loved me, was not for me, bitch you stabbed me in my back
They touch money and act funny, 'cos they don’t know how to act
I was bummy, takin' money, I ain't never goin' back
When you runnin' from your problems, it feel nice to touch a bag
My fam love me 'cos I keep it real, I’ll never lie again
For my brothers, I'd take a case or body just for them
I ain't talkin' hellcat, I been tryna dodge these demons
I just want a check, so I can blow a bag at Neiman’s
Brodie keep a 45, for anybody scheming
Focused on this money tho, so don’t give em a reason, yeah
Fuck all that talkin', we bout that shit
You ain't speakin' no facts, it ain't accurate
Bitch I’m tryna whip foreign, not Acura
I ain't 'bout syrup, we actin' up
I need the bankrolls that can’t fold, I’m talkin' them M&M’s
When I’m up 50, they gone hate me, I’m talkin' 'bout many men
I peep the fake thugs, and the fake love, I swear it’s so evident
No, I cannot speak on no case, Sir, I don’t got evidence
I cannot trust in these bitches, they want the riches, all of the diamonds that glisten
All of these snakes be hissin', hidden intentions, I gotta stay on my pivot
Bitch don’t touch me 'cos this jacket cost me, 'bout a couple racks
I need money for my tummy, use to starve and it was bad
Thought you loved me, was not for me, bitch you stabbed me in my back
They touch money and act funny, 'cos they don’t know how to act
I was bummy, takin' money, I ain't never goin' back
When you runnin' from your problems, it feel nice to touch a bag
My fam love me 'cos I keep it real, I’ll never lie again
For my brothers, I'd take a case or body just for them

Written by:
Kyle Baquiran

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