Maffew Ragazino Never Ran Never Will Lyrics
Never Ran, Never Will by Maffew Ragazino
Feat. Spazz One
Never Ran, Never Will
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
I'm from the city where the skinny die
Smokin' jacket, pink shirt, with the skinny tie
All galls saxin' just to pull my clouds,
Almost full of wallies, oh well, but fuck it
I'm fly! Grandma gone, still pissed I couldn't say goodbye
And to top it all off, my grandpa gone died
All I have is my balls, my word and my pride
My side of town cold, like the Windy City shy
Till I die, it's pussy and the profit
Money is the objective, and the only trended topic
I be stuffin' that crackers in my pocket
Dead poets sing these lines, I just shout it
Best taboo, browns being raised,
Never ran, never will, but I'm finna end the game
Many nigga in the way, gotta exit as they came
But naked, covered in blood, a fuckin' shame
Worldwide paper game, Motley Crue leader
Salvage dinner in my head, Jordan 2 Sneakers
Bottles of Bordeaux Wine, I'mma stand up, nigga
You're a nigga with no spine
Went sweep, blue trial, came home one night
And 2 dial, thinkin' it's 95
6 years reconvicted of another crime
And the judge slap that nigga with 40 and 49
Your third eye's blind, I see the future though
I come in peace, but my team full of shooters, though
One of my niggas in quinicle(???) at the army base
Sellin' dinamite, Glock 9' and 38's
Never Ran, Never Will
I'm from the city where the skinny niggas die
I'm from the city where the skinny die
Smokin' jacket, pink shirt, with the skinny tie
All galls saxin' just to pull my clouds,
Almost full of wallies, oh well, but fuck it
I'm fly! Grandma gone, still pissed I couldn't say goodbye
And to top it all off, my grandpa gone died
All I have is my balls, my word and my pride
My side of town cold, like the Windy City shy
Till I die, it's pussy and the profit
Money is the objective, and the only trended topic
I be stuffin' that crackers in my pocket
Dead poets sing these lines, I just shout it
Best taboo, browns being raised,
Never ran, never will, but I'm finna end the game
Many nigga in the way, gotta exit as they came
But naked, covered in blood, a fuckin' shame
Worldwide paper game, Motley Crue leader
Salvage dinner in my head, Jordan 2 Sneakers
Bottles of Bordeaux Wine, I'mma stand up, nigga
You're a nigga with no spine
Went sweep, blue trial, came home one night
And 2 dial, thinkin' it's 95
6 years reconvicted of another crime
And the judge slap that nigga with 40 and 49
Your third eye's blind, I see the future though
I come in peace, but my team full of shooters, though
One of my niggas in quinicle(???) at the army base
Sellin' dinamite, Glock 9' and 38's