Blue Strip Pablo - N E V A

I been mixing wit the pot that boy back in front the stove
Ain't no nigga out here like me when he made me broke the mold
Find my way straight to a bag my Asian Boyz got it for low
Prolly sold like every drug but I could never sell my soul
I could
NEVA
I could never bail on bro
Could never trust a bitch as far as she would land if she got thrown
The way I'm living might be wrong
But that's just the way we living can't get wit it move along
Fat ass backwood filled wit strong
I been on the ledge
Too much on my head
Promise that shit keep me in the zone
BS Pablo he the Don
Don't gotta do it I could send em
But I'll rather do my dirt all by my lone
They gon smile when they see you winning and pray on yo position
Ain't on me it's in me just the container for the drippin
Standing solid on 10 I do the mopping ain't no slippin
Rather ask for forgiveness then coping pleads asking permission
I'm on timing you see me shinning this shit here cost a ticket
Talk like they got it then come up shorter than a midget
All I know is go get it or go and take it if he gettin it
No 50/50
Nah we all in it
808 boomin like metro on it
Daflashyplay and Bxndz on the beat been stepping on it
Back in the kitchen im whipping that boy be cheffin don't it
Comin for seconds you know Ima need my extra's on it
THAT NIGGA PABLO ON A WAVE
Still the same
Yeah
I guess some shit don't ever change
Yeah
I feel it's fuck em then it's fuck em till the grave
And all my niggas feel the same
I been mixing wit the pot that boy back in front the stove
Ain't no nigga out here like me when he made me broke the mold
Find my way straight to a bag my Asian Boyz got it for low
Prolly sold like every drug but I could never sell my soul
I could
NEVA

Written by:
Joshua Torres

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