Turner J - Never Going Back (feat. GHS Tommy)

This close selling dope
Had a hand full of Crack
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I was so damn poor
When I slept on the floor
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I don't wanna go back
God damn, God damn
This close selling dope
Had a hand full of Crack
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I was so damn poor
When I slept on the floor
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I don't wanna go back

Putting holes in my Like Mike's
Hooping on top of them crack pipes
In the alley on a crate
On a late night
Fight nights
Every night another gun fight
Right out the window see the gun light
Pouring 40's for the young's like
Every day where I'm from might
Catch a star glaze
Some nights
Even through the rain I see future full of sunlight
Can you feel the pain through the eyes of the one
Momma told me there be days like this
Feeling lost in a maze like shit
Can't never catch a break, I
Quit
Hangovers on the late night, tip
Reminisce and I sit
I'm still growing
I'm still blowing
I'm still going
With the gas tan on E
Even though my mind playing tricks on me
I aint never going back to the jack in the box
Looking for a hand-out
Trying to reach the top
Searching for a flow
Getting low on the dough
Putting smack in the socks
Getting back to the block
Oh no
The alley's got cold as I got older
The streets could be tough when you growing up
Started going for the chips then I got bolder
Had a lil tight clique
We was coming up
See I committed crimes for this
In my mind
It was time
For my rhymes to exist
Read between the lines
But my lines is distant
My mind is different
It's off consistently
Persistent see
No more Christmas thieves
In the morning no gifts under that Christmas Tree
I'm still labeled
With no cable
Another independent rapper with no Label
You still watching

This close selling dope
Had a hand full of Crack
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I was so damn poor
When I slept on the floor
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I don't wanna go back
God damn, God damn
This close selling dope
Had a hand full of Crack
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I was so damn poor
When I slept on the floor
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
I aint never going back
God damn, God damn

Written by:
Jamal Turner, Thomas Jackson

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