Lyrics Nevermind - Austin Royale, WELL$, Frais

Nevermind

Looks like you’re waiting
For some shit to happen
Way you’re staring at me
When I dropped out
Had so much weight on me
Boy you know I had to get it crackin'
Full throttle shit
Had to get it mashing
Even if you’re savage
Bet you couldn’t fathom
Making plays state to state
Living out a suit-case
There ain’t no space
There ain’t no space
I need leg room
Making no waves
Get out my way
Man I came home
To my mom gone
And my fucking clothes in the driveway huh
Whole state out in LA
Niggas thinking we’re on vacay
Past two years I was in the A
Doing shows on my birthday
Bitches saying I’m a fuck boy
Then fuck the boy on the same day
See a stage full of gang
And they wanna come and rage anyway huh!
HOOK:
(Austin)
Never-mind us
Never-mind us
This what we signed up
(Austin)
See the line-up
(Austin)
Don’t you mind us
Don’t you mind us
Never-mind us
Never-mind us
BRIDGE:
(Well$)
Ticking time bomb
Tell 'em times up
Been about it
So they know about it
Nigga I been out here
Eating prime cuts
Now a young nigga primetime
I’m just out here putting shots up
Coast-to-coast making plays
Gotta surf the wave
If you wanna find us
VERSE 2: (Well$)
Cold killer nigga
Been about it since like '94
Ten toes down
On my mama’s porch
We was poor
I was writing
Just like Edgar Allen Poe
Never home
But we stay kicking doors
Fourteen hours touching road
Yeah
Long-end hours
Like them truck drivers
Now I’m getting paid for overnighters
Filling quotas up
Picking hoes up
I won’t fuck her less she overnight it
All my hoes from the hood mane
Tell 'em red-eye flights is so exciting
Solo cappin
And I ain’t even need no promo package
Been a star since polo cackies
???
nigga in the valley
Mike won’t fuck her
Less her titties plastic
We don’t fuck with hoes
Who fuck with rappers
Out-the-gate bitch it’s been a classic
Went from micky-d's to turkey salads
Went from rapping songs to making ballads
Bitch I’m Lenny Kravitz
You fuckin' have it
Hey
VERSE 3 (Frais006):
Early in the morning
Go get this money
Heard you hating on me
You’s a crumb let’s keep it honest
Got no ties with Satan
I just came from Hell and water
Knew I’d make it back
Now I got them racks
Look…
Wake up sad as fuck
Smoke a blunt
Nigga got over it
Bitch game head monster
Got me feeling like Cloverfield
Fuck all that talking it’s over with
Come to my city I run the shit
Trap bunkin' out at 4AM
Serve it through the burglar-bar doors
West-side of the seven-O
1500 if you’re looking for us
Got some bad hoes that’s gon fuck the bro
Trick a nigga and steal for us
Soon as a nigga got right
Seem like shit got harder for us
Fuck that shit I’ll never force
Shoot a nigga off his front porch
If he thinking that I got something for 'em