Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Never Left, artist - Illa J.
Date of issue: 01.10.2015
Song language: English
Never Left |
It’s like you never left |
You with me up in the booth |
I see your silhouette when I start thinking bout you |
And I will never let somebody taint your truth |
Cause tainted love is all around and the shit ain’t cool |
When I’m reppin' my bro, I’m reppin' my blood |
So before I rock a show or even step in the club |
It’s Yancey Boys for life, man I don’t give a fuck |
About the biz, but it is, what it is, nigga |
Niggas tryna pay bills for they kids, make mills |
Roll around on big wheels with they bitch |
So they use big DILL when they need a big deal |
But when ILLA spits real they get pissed |
But I’ll raise my flag in whole nother arena |
Startin at 00, call me Arenas |
Triple threat, infinite creator when is that |
Gonna end? |
never, funny question how clever |
I’m a young loud rebel from the Mecca |
Beast inside inner lyrical reflector |
From the east side of Detroit nigga check up |
Always on the grind cause I gotta get my check up |
Yeah I’m always on the grind cause the money on the mind |
We forget about the cause cause we want that effecta |
I’m always on time, on task on a mission |
While I listen to my big bro chillin' reminscin' |
It’s like you never left |
You with me up in the booth |
I see your silhouette when I start thinking bout you |
And I will never let somebody taint your truth |
Cause tainted love is all around and the shit ain’t cool |
When I’m reppin' my bro, I’m reppin' my blood |
So before I spit a flow before the record is cut |
It’S Yancey Boys for life, man I don’t give a fuck |
About the biz, but it is, what it is, nigga |
People say they your friends but come with hidden agendas |
Don’t give a fuck about me just wanna rap on some Dilla |
Coming up to me like I heard Dilla yo brother |
I went to the tribute, I took a pic with yo mother |
And it means a lot to me but a few of you don’t mean it honestly |
Y’all just thinking bout um, profiting ah |
My brother’s legacy is like the ring |
Niggas get close to it, ego start building up |
Taste a little success, environment is changing up, forget about the cause |
Forget about that genius that’s banging in your cars |
That takes your vibration up, up up into the stars |
Forget about the soul that he put into his music |
Forget about the gold that he put into his music |
Forget about that Rov, every day I see you passing by |
Cruising down the road |
It’s like you never left |
You with me up in the booth |
I see your silhouette when I start thinking bout you |
And I will never let somebody taint your truth |
Cause tainted love is all around and the shit ain’t cool |