| I used to live up in the projects, in a duplex
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| Even a shotgun shack
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| I used to be out on the block late night
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| Dark alleys with a pocket full of crack
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
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| Plottin' on me for my stacks
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| 'Cause I’ve never been as blessed as I am right now
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| And that’s a mothafuckin' fact
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| So I’m never goin' back
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| I lived more in one life than your whole family tree
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| Now I’m ready to be the man that life demands me to be
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| I’m down to take the wheel and drive so go on and hand me the key
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| And when it’s done everyone gon' really understand he’s a G
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| I’m never bitin' off more than I can chew
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| And I tolerate you suckas even if I can’t stand you
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| Not only am I a man but I’m the band and a brand too
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| So I understand the kind of shit these haters can hand you
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| I seen a lot of pain and struggle, hardships in my days (days)
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| And the devil comin' at me all kind of fuckin' ways (ways)
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| There was plays when the lick went bad, we had to draw down
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| No honor amongst thieves, they hate and bring the law down
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| Cutthroat savages, kill you and make sandwiches
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| Promise this world got more drama than you can manage, shit
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| Somehow I fought my way up out of the zoo
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| Then turned around and said «mother fuck you»
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| 'Cause man I’m never goin' back
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| I used to live up in the projects, in a duplex
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| Even a shotgun shack
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| I used to be out on the block late night
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| Dark alleys with a pocket full of crack
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
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| Plottin' on me for my stacks
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| 'Cause I’ve never been as blessed as I am right now
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| And that’s a mothafuckin' fact
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| So I’m never goin' back
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| Stack proper, stat popper
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| I just landed, in the black choppa
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| And the chat stopper, pop-pop, strapped proper
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| In that black cabinet is the fat copper
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| Give a little take and then what you got
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| Pockets gettin' raped, niggas gettin' shot
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| Think 'cause we got cake, niggas gettin' soft
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| Any disrespect, niggas gettin' boxed
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| If they bring that niggas gettin' scoffed
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| Pull up like police, niggas gettin' stopped
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| Drag him out the car, niggas gettin' chopped
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| Punch him in the mouth, niggas gettin' socked
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| Even when you’re tryin' niggas never listen
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| Always kinda dissin', but you’re never decent
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| And we just moving different, so you’re gettin' distant
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| I’m just too persistent, but just got resisted
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| Grab my little daughter and my son and kissed 'em
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| Not a day goes by when I ain’t tryin' to lift 'em
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| Think a nigga stupid man I clocked the system
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| Bun just hit me up and then he got assistance
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| I used to live up in the projects, in a duplex
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| Even a shotgun shack
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| I used to be out on the block late night
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| Dark alleys with a pocket full of crack
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| I had friends turned to foes, hid behind closed doors
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| Plottin' on me for my stacks
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| And man I’m never goin' back
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| 'Cause I’ve never been as blessed as I am right now
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| And that’s a mothafuckin' fact
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| So I’m never goin' back |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Going Back, artist - Bun B. Album song Return of the Trill, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп