NEVER lyrics

[Part I]

[Chorus]
Okay, never been sh*t, never had sh*t
Never knew sh*t, never out, never do sh*t, damn
But a n*gga never gave two sh*ts, uh, damn
Never been a b*tch, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had sh*t, I'ma take
Never askin', "Give me this, give me that sh*t (Yeah, uh, yuh)
Give me everything, n*gga, give me everything, n*gga…"
Again, never been sh*t, never had sh*t
Never knew sh*t, never out, (Woah) never do sh*t, (Woah) damn
But a n*gga never gave two sh*ts, damn, damn
Never been a b*tch, never had a bezel on the wrist
Never had sh*t, never take
Never askin', (Woah) "Give me this, give me that sh*t
Give me everything, (Look) n*gga, give me everything, n*gga
Give me everything…"

[Verse]
Look, never had a real dollar to my name, bruh, sh*t been lame, bruh
I ain't even in this sh*t for the fame, bruh, it's the pain, bruh
Most of the n*ggas I came up with– (Came up with) haven't came up
And doin' the same stuff, but I haven't came up, this really ain't none
n*ggas thinkin' that they f*ckin' with JID, y'all got the game f*cked up
Tremendously, can't f*ck with the mind of a mental fiend
Who dig deep in the depths when he in too deep
I crept on the steps where the demon sleeps
And yell, belch, tell my Lord what he means to me
"Oh, my God, don't be mean to me"
In the ride with a bean or three
And it's not what it seems to be, I can die, I can fly
I can try very easily, I'm a guy and a giant
She's a vivrant thing, I prolly won't buy it
Bird b*tch, take flight, no pilot
Serve di*k, curve b*tch, no bias
Back up, back up, chick, bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the windowpane
Or in the rain or anything but in a way
And if I say that's what it is, forget the lip
Now, what's my point, now I forget—damn, this b*tch
Got me f*ckin' up my script, f*ck this sh*t, I got this sh*t
Gettin' to the point where everybody say they from the block and sh*t
With Glocks and sh*t and poppin', pimpin', trappin', sippin' lean
Y'all n*ggas fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin? You a pen king (Kingpin? You a pen king, ayy)
Bye, bye, n*ggas, 'N Sync, try I? n*gga, risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece, n*ggas shootin' like the '60s (Yeah, uh)
[Chorus]
Again, never been sh*t, never had sh*t, (Woah) never knew sh*t (Woah)
Never out, never do sh*t, damn (Look)
But a n*gga never gave two sh*ts, damn, damn
Never been a b*tch, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had sh*t, I'ma take
Never asking, "Give me this, give me that sh*t
Give me everything, n*gga, f*ck you…"

[Part II]

[Intro]
Let's go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, what?
Umm

[Verse]
Alright, what you call a chick that don't suck di*k? You don't
And if you think you finna come up this, you won't
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat takin' a beating, I hand out the lumps
Damn, baby, yo' ass stand out in pumps
That's outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some'
You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
n*gga, this a 3 point and-1
And 100, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dunk
Shawty love JID, let me turn her to a hand puppet
She moan, sound like German or something
Run game, b*tches think I'm Todd Gurley or something
Give me a jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo' b*tch out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil' mama, the clock's turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them n*ggas could never scare me
No n*ggas got more glow than JID, barely scratchin' the f*cking surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don't nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap n*gga is a sap n*gga
We don't dap n*ggas, get the rrr-rat from the ratchet
Get the pack out the package
Lil' savage ass, ratchet ass, bast*rd ass, havin' ass
Rappin' ass, jackin' ass, wait (Yeah)
Finna blast, green dot, send the cash, pen and pad
Minivan, been a dad, been with that bullsh*t, n*gga
I don't wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young n*ggas down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don't shoot at you
Dreams of cleanin' this dirty money out my cuticle
Then a n*gga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo
[Outro]
sh*t's beautiful, sh*t's beautiful
sh*t's beautiful, sh*t's beautiful, sh*t's beautiful