| Our life was never borin'
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| Every 5 dollars counted, shit that sandwich was important
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| I love my niggas, understand it how I call it
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| Loc 'till I’m dead, like eggs we would scramble every mornin'
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| Holla at red, LAX, we landin' at 4
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| Me and Loc use to stand by the store
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| Hope the cameras was off
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| I did my own dirt, puttin' all of my own work
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| How much I could make off of these grams? |
| That was my homework
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| You can’t understand the highway 'till you hit the road first
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| Thinkin' I was a draft pick the minute I had that growth spurt
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| Same nigga played the corner, bodega with no shirt
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| Sunflower seeds and Sour Patches, I was askin'
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| For extensions on the rent, now it’s designer fabric (designer)
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| Couldn’t sit on auntie furniture, if not the plastic (we couldn’t)
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| Really gotta be out your mind to survive the madness
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| It ain’t hard to buy a boat, it’s hard to find a captain
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| It ain’t hard to find the smoke, it just depend who askin' (who want it?)
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| I gave hope to every block that’s in upper Manhattan (Harlem)
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| We gave dough burn the tips, I use to light my baggies (burner)
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| Don’t focus on us, focus on keepin' wifey happy
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| If you my nigga, you ain’t ever gotta question it
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| I give you my last, I think my heart too big to measure it
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| Step on the gas, I’m standin' up 'cause I could never sit
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
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| If you my nigga, you ain’t ever gotta question it
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| Step on the gas, I’m standin' up 'cause I could never sit
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
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| It was so real, breakfast lunch and dinner was oatmeal
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| I don’t drink soda but I’m so familiar with coke deals
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| They robbed him when he bought it, ain’t get to see how that coat feels
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| Might not know her name but I could tell you how her throat feels
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| You don’t really know me, you ain’t know me when I sold pills
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| Bub told me don’t pour it up if it ain’t got no seal
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| Chill never paid the bills, mental racin' still
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| Had no TV, now I pay multiple cable bills
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| I remember Malil tellin' me, «Take the wheel»
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| Back when Freekey told me rap they probably gonna make a deal
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| Deafen my body, I hate the way it make me feel
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| If my niggas slidin', I’m slidin', I really played the field
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| We got felonies but jealously can never break us
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| Talked to Drizzy up in Toronto, I’m missin' hella paper
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| Most of my niggas do bids, chasin' money, go up north and get big
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| Might come home to no crib
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| We got parole on us, walk with the heat, we keep the stove on us
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| NYPD just pray that I get pulled with old warrants
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| If you told on us, on God, you broke the code on us
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| 5 in the mornin', in your momma crib with no warnin'
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| If you my nigga you ain’t ever gotta question it
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| I give you my last, I think my heart too big to measure it
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| Step on the gas, I’m standin' up 'cause I could never sit
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
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| If you my nigga you ain’t ever gotta question it
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| Step on the gas, I’m standin' up 'cause I could never sit
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been
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| Tryna take my niggas to all the places they never been |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Been , by - Dave East. Song from the album P2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп