Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Bend, artist - 03 Greedo. Date of issue: 17.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never Bend |
| Yeah |
| You lil bitch ass niggas steady speaking up on the low |
| If these project walls could talk |
| They’ll be just like 03, you dig? |
| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard |
| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve |
| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard |
| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again |
| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen |
| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been |
| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend |
| I remember robbin' Paisas every other Friday |
| I remember money house, I’m selling out of molly |
| I remember in Atlanta talking pounds at Follies |
| I remember laying down bullets in my body |
| If you know you finna fold then get the fuck from by me |
| If you ain’t finna hold it down then you can’t be my crimey |
| Greedy get the guap and play the game but keep it grimey |
| I’ve been shot by who I love and told on by my family |
| I’ve been double crossed and bird fed |
| One time they sucker punched a nigga |
| Yeah they knocked me out like Ronda Rousey |
| Blindside you with this bullet if you come around me |
| Seen you at this party, was gon' hit you, you was fucking outie |
| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard |
| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve |
| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard |
| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again |
| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen |
| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been |
| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend |
| Sim-simmer, who got the keys to the Beamer? |
| Who put that lean in two liters? |
| Dreadlocks like Beanie Man, I’ma red beam you |
| Hit your white whip up, you know I’m gon' cream you |
| Act in Lime-A-Rito's, it’s no Lime-A-Rita |
| Really sell killos and plugged in with migos |
| My dog Dark Jack, he stretch just like a regal |
| We get thumbs up when we ride past your people |
| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard |
| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve |
| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard |
| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again |
| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen |
| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been |
| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend |
| If these walls could spit bars, all of they songs be this hard |
| In this game play your cards right or get left to starve |
| My mama made me a star, I just had it too hard |
| Bitch I came from the tar but I got high again |
| I’m thanking God, could have died in the pen |
| You haven’t been 'gainst the odds like I been |
| You haven’t been where I been, I never fold, never bend |
| And we do it for Lil Money, yeah |
| Long live Lil Money, oh |
| Money changes everything |
| I could never give a bitch a wedding ring, ooh, yeah |
| Rest in peace to all my niggas |
| GIP to all my killers, woo |