Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Stop , by - Spose. Release date: 19.10.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Never Stop |
| My insecurity in a locked safe |
| I lose fear when I look in the mirror, at God’s face |
| I got a lotta commas in all of my song plays |
| I feel like Nas in the Lost Tapes, nothing lasts forever |
| Since I started at the bottom, I wanted the bars placed |
| More fur than a dog crate, fly as frog bait |
| To cop and cop the cost great |
| The wealthy gonna keep a blockade with a tall gate |
| 'Cause I came from more bars than Shawshank |
| Aw thanks, cold hard cash for my hot takes |
| To anyone who doubt me or told me I’m not great |
| I bet you got your crewneck zipped and your Crocs laced |
| Wait, I wrote it down 'cause I’m not Jay |
| Four kids to feed, stealing bills I’ve not played |
| Stole money out the machine, did it way |
| I’m tryna get life bitzy, Beyonce |
| They say my name go from John Blaze to blasé |
| 'Cause I been in the game since MyScape and the top eight |
| I spit it since the years there was tears in my mom’s face |
| Shit I took a crooked path but I rapped and we all straight |
| Look put the plumbing together with scotch tape |
| Flood the market like as soon as I spark it, it’s all waves |
| Can never count me out, I’m the doll when he’s on clay |
| Adjust my water bottles, let me towel off |
| I know this game is like a pressure cooker, more dicks than seven hookers |
| Make me sign abruptly and then pump me like it’s Ashton Kutcher |
| The chillest dude but in the stu I move like Benny Butcher |
| Up and coming ones, they’re my sons, I move like Devin Booker |
| Verse spitting, past my term limit |
| Me and Term both legends confirmed, we weren’t getting |
| As persistent, I don’t know what you’re sniffing |
| All my physical units are still moving, my merch flip is busy |
| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em |
| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em |
| Roll with the punches, appreciate the shit you got |
| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop |
| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em |
| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em |
| Roll with the punches (Spose, what up?), appreciate the shit you got |
| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop |
| Shit crazy when they doubt you, talk about you |
| Usually know nothing 'bout you, assuming what you’d amount to |
| I surpassed everybody in my whole city |
| And the ones who made it with me are the ones that rolled with me |
| I can never be Term, you will probably fall quickly |
| Low fifty in the clip, who ready to throw with me? |
| Spose busy, that’s my dog, I know we been both busy |
| When you put this song out, it’s finna be so litty |
| I done told y’all before the boy is no joke |
| Hit you from a mile away with no scope |
| You can lose it all today and go broke |
| Then you see who been sticking around and who won’t |
| It’s the new GOAT, who really hustled and moved dope |
| What these dudes want, I really did, don’t lose hope |
| You can change for the better, turn over a new leaf |
| Put your change in the bank and move to a new street |
| Cop a new V with low miles and Louis seats |
| Now I’m selling clothes and writing raps and doing beats |
| While my fans breaking down my lyrics like |
| Still making bands and make 'em dance like |
| Rocking new crowds, they be amazed, like, «Who is he? |
| 'Cause he body every verse and syllable to a T» |
| Learn by As, Bs, and Cs while trapping in the street |
| Never got a that’s what turned me to a G, uh |
| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em |
| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em |
| Roll with the punches, appreciate the shit you got |
| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop |
| This goes out to anyone who ever doubted 'em |
| All their assumptions and made an ass out of 'em |
| Roll with the punches, appreciate the shit you got |
| Told I’d be nothing so I keep going, never stop |