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neva break - gutta gambino lyrics

i remember them usp lockdowns, nights in the feds just staring at my cell walls
them b-tches done cancelled the visits and cut off the phones so now i’m waiting on mail call
i seen n-ggas lose they mind off doing that time real sh-t i’m trynna tell yall
so i thank that god my mind never fell off, i came home and picked back up where i left off
what im saying is i’m back on my feet, yeah they done let a real n-gga back on the streets
lock me in the booth and turn back on the beat, most these rappers is weak they not snapping like me
i really moved weight, through states, false spot i’m in the suitcase how im packaging keys
i be in the whip with the shotgun riding shotgun with the pump in the p-ssenger seat
only thing i know is stack and get cheese, n-ggas been getting taxed so they happy i’m free
i just stay humble my actions will speak
and the n-ggas who doubted now actually believe
cause i was trynna put the city on the map, really living what i rap so they came to indict me
when i went away they opened they eyes and realize there will never be a n-gga like me
they think they cold as december, but f-ck all that sh-t imma show em sicker
rest in peace nupin, you gone and i miss ya so it’s only right i put on for my n-gga
i put my heart in every tape that i drop, im a real street n-gga did my thing on the block
ya b-tch i’m back, ain’t no taking my spot, y’all can’t stop me so watch me go straight to the top

(chorus gutta gambino)

first they show you love, then these n-ggas hate
i still kept it real while these n-ggas fake
i know some people wonder how much can i take
i’m a real n-gga i’ll neva break
they thought it was over for me when i caught that case
n-ggas wanna wear my crown, trynna take my place
key to the city name carry weight
i’m a real n-gga i’ll neva break

(young buck verse 2)

country n-gga got cocaine on the prison yard like f-ck it
and i’m right where the dope dealers are real street n-gga still touching
still pullin up in them buckets, police pull up tell my b-tch tuck it
i got a half a brick in this halfway house and you n-ggas better not say nothing
soon as i touch the ground a n-gga shook the town broke n-ggas still make me sick
call lil bubby, then text k fresh, tell gutta gambino let’s get it
really got my momma pulling up in the honda she really be with the sh-t buying six bricks
my daddy sell dog food he won’t even call you he be really on that old school sh-t
i got work and i work like a slave
i go purp but this pills keep me paid
i go to church but still tote aks
i got 6 shots in the 12 gauge
i lost 10 blocks in the drug raid
bagging pounds up since the 10th grade
gutta b-tch quick with the switch blade
f-ck yall yall n-ggas b-tch made

(chorus gutta gambino)

(gutta gambino verse 3)

really n-ggas waiting on me, f-ck n-ggas hating on me, everybody talk since i’m fresh up out of jail
still living straight off cake from 08 i ain’t even got to touch what i made in 20 12
plug thug i’m pump pounds for cartels big sh-t they come around with all bales
my spot gonna shutdown where yall sell, n-ggas know i touchdown to cause h-ll
been getting it in since the sandbox, f-ck the d-mn cops like the one on sandlot imma big dog
thousand 8 gram blocks, welcome to my head lock, i been in the d-mn spot gettin bricks off
stacking 50 grand knots wrap em up till the rubber band pop getting mine better get yalls
still keep the can c-cked with the lead shots, man i handle the d-mn rock like chris paul
yeah i just came home, but i still get em gone, back on getting to the money asap
i stay strapped like air force ones, got air force guns b-tch n-gga i don’t play that
you’ll never find another n-gga like me, you got a better chance trynna find a needle in a haystack
they took c and the t out of covert they thought it was over but watch how i shake back

(chorus gutta gambino)

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