Never Goin' Back

Bitch don't touch me 'cos this jacket cost me, 'bout a couple racks I need money for my tummy, use to starve and it was bad Thought you loved me, was not for me, bitch you stabbed me in my back They touch money and act funny, 'cos they don't know how to act I was bummy, takin' money, I ain't never goin' back When you runnin' from your problems, it feel nice to touch a bag My fam love me 'cos I keep it real, I'll never lie again For my brothers, I'd take a case or body just for them I just popped like two pills I need brand new blue bills Swear this life get too real One wrong look get dude killed Eyes on keys, like Rico Actin' tough, get Deebo'd Takin' off, no Migo Stitch lip, keep the G-code Know they prayin' on my down, they just want me to fail I stayed humble thru the trails, knew thru God I'd prevail If you laced up in my shoes, what would you do Swear I did some shit, I know I wasn't proud to do I just pour my heart and soul, and spill it in the booth In the studio garage for now, but watch what we gone do We done went from walkin' everywhere, but now we whippin' coupes I'm in pain 'cos they say hurt will always come out wit the truth Bitch don't touch me 'cos this jacket cost me, 'bout a couple racks I need money for my tummy, use to starve and it was bad Thought you loved me, was not for me, bitch you stabbed me in my back They touch money and act funny, 'cos they don't know how to act I was bummy, takin' money, I ain't never goin' back When you runnin' from your problems, it feel nice to touch a bag My fam love me 'cos I keep it real, I'll never lie again For my brothers, I'd take a case or body just for them I ain't talkin' hellcat, I been tryna dodge these demons I just want a check, so I can blow a bag at Neiman's Brodie keep a 45, for anybody scheming Focused on this money tho, so don't give em a reason, yeah F*ck all that talkin', we bout that shit You ain't speakin' no facts, it ain't accurate Bitch I'm tryna whip foreign, not Acura I ain't 'bout syrup, we actin' up I need the bankrolls that can't fold, I'm talkin' them M&M's When I'm up 50, they gone hate me, I'm talkin' 'bout many men I peep the fake thugs, and the fake love, I swear it's so evident No, I cannot speak on no case, Sir, I don't got evidence I cannot trust in these bitches, they want the riches, all of the diamonds that glisten All of these snakes be hissin', hidden intentions, I gotta stay on my pivot Bitch don't touch me 'cos this jacket cost me, 'bout a couple racks I need money for my tummy, use to starve and it was bad Thought you loved me, was not for me, bitch you stabbed me in my back They touch money and act funny, 'cos they don't know how to act I was bummy, takin' money, I ain't never goin' back When you runnin' from your problems, it feel nice to touch a bag My fam love me 'cos I keep it real, I'll never lie again For my brothers, I'd take a case or body just for them