Imagine being rich, never, couldn't be me, aye
Workin' for my shit, never handed to me, aye
Yellin' at a bitch, he was trying to be me, aye
Now I'm out here workin' I been tryna live my dream
Askin' mom and daddy for some of that McD money
My daddy showed the balance and we only had 5 hundred
I'm tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Got these little obstacles, these follicles, they stay up in my way
For my parents you know me, I'ma try to break the bank
Like Eazy-E, I'm short, I got the 40, hit you like a tank
I leave it hot, yeah this shit stay burning, like this shit some dank
You got your doubts. I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say or think
You look thirsty for the clout. Get the f*ck out of my face
You talking big, when in one call I can get them at your place
And now you quiet. Yeah that's how I like it, stay up in your pace
Never bitch made
I ain't ever stop the grind because a bitch hate
I grew up hated by too many, what a damn shame
Could've made this guap together
Now I'm zoomin' past another, steering wheel, accented leather
Cold blooded like a lizard, it ain't GEICO
I'm just tryna be the greatest like I'm Michael
Shorty Gang, yeah my stature ain't the Eiffel
But touch the fam and I go motherf*ckin' psycho
Nah boy I don't play around with that shit
I go Mike Tyson, lil bitch
Calm and collective on the regular but my boys out here get you lit
This that 604 and 778, we the next up, set the record straight
If they actin' funny, bitch I regulate, if your bitch want it then I fornicate
Had many nights sleepin' on the floor, ain't had shit always wanted more
Came up from the B-Side so if I need to, show no remorse
Cuz I been through hell and back and I ain't going back
Rollin' with the pack, many days and many nights just imagined being rich
Never, couldn't be me, aye
Workin' for my shit, never handed to me, aye
Yellin' at a bitch, he was trying to be me, aye
Now I'm out here workin' I been tryna live my dream
Askin' mom and daddy for some of that McD money
My daddy showed the balance and we only had 5 hundred
I'm tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Never (feat. Renzo) Video (MV)
Performed By: Chris Franco
Language: English
Length: 2:41
Written by: Chris Franco Samudio, Miguel Franco Samudio
Chris Franco - Never (feat. Renzo) Lyrics
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Imagine being rich, never, couldn't be me, aye
Workin' for my shit, never handed to me, aye
Yellin' at a bitch, he was trying to be me, aye
Now I'm out here workin' I been tryna live my dream
Askin' mom and daddy for some of that McD money
My daddy showed the balance and we only had 5 hundred
I'm tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Got these little obstacles, these follicles, they stay up in my way
For my parents you know me, I'ma try to break the bank
Like Eazy-E, I'm short, I got the 40, hit you like a tank
I leave it hot, yeah this shit stay burning, like this shit some dank
You got your doubts. I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say or think
You look thirsty for the clout. Get the f*ck out of my face
You talking big, when in one call I can get them at your place
And now you quiet. Yeah that's how I like it, stay up in your pace
Never bitch made
I ain't ever stop the grind because a bitch hate
I grew up hated by too many, what a damn shame
Could've made this guap together
Now I'm zoomin' past another, steering wheel, accented leather
Cold blooded like a lizard, it ain't GEICO
I'm just tryna be the greatest like I'm Michael
Shorty Gang, yeah my stature ain't the Eiffel
But touch the fam and I go motherf*ckin' psycho
Nah boy I don't play around with that shit
I go Mike Tyson, lil bitch
Calm and collective on the regular but my boys out here get you lit
This that 604 and 778, we the next up, set the record straight
If they actin' funny, bitch I regulate, if your bitch want it then I fornicate
Had many nights sleepin' on the floor, ain't had shit always wanted more
Came up from the B-Side so if I need to, show no remorse
Cuz I been through hell and back and I ain't going back
Rollin' with the pack, many days and many nights just imagined being rich
Never, couldn't be me, aye
Workin' for my shit, never handed to me, aye
Yellin' at a bitch, he was trying to be me, aye
Now I'm out here workin' I been tryna live my dream
Askin' mom and daddy for some of that McD money
My daddy showed the balance and we only had 5 hundred
I'm tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Workin' for my shit, never handed to me, aye
Yellin' at a bitch, he was trying to be me, aye
Now I'm out here workin' I been tryna live my dream
Askin' mom and daddy for some of that McD money
My daddy showed the balance and we only had 5 hundred
I'm tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Got these little obstacles, these follicles, they stay up in my way
For my parents you know me, I'ma try to break the bank
Like Eazy-E, I'm short, I got the 40, hit you like a tank
I leave it hot, yeah this shit stay burning, like this shit some dank
You got your doubts. I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you say or think
You look thirsty for the clout. Get the f*ck out of my face
You talking big, when in one call I can get them at your place
And now you quiet. Yeah that's how I like it, stay up in your pace
Never bitch made
I ain't ever stop the grind because a bitch hate
I grew up hated by too many, what a damn shame
Could've made this guap together
Now I'm zoomin' past another, steering wheel, accented leather
Cold blooded like a lizard, it ain't GEICO
I'm just tryna be the greatest like I'm Michael
Shorty Gang, yeah my stature ain't the Eiffel
But touch the fam and I go motherf*ckin' psycho
Nah boy I don't play around with that shit
I go Mike Tyson, lil bitch
Calm and collective on the regular but my boys out here get you lit
This that 604 and 778, we the next up, set the record straight
If they actin' funny, bitch I regulate, if your bitch want it then I fornicate
Had many nights sleepin' on the floor, ain't had shit always wanted more
Came up from the B-Side so if I need to, show no remorse
Cuz I been through hell and back and I ain't going back
Rollin' with the pack, many days and many nights just imagined being rich
Never, couldn't be me, aye
Workin' for my shit, never handed to me, aye
Yellin' at a bitch, he was trying to be me, aye
Now I'm out here workin' I been tryna live my dream
Askin' mom and daddy for some of that McD money
My daddy showed the balance and we only had 5 hundred
I'm tryna run the cheque because I'm tired of copper pennies
I want to get the paper yeah the bands know him by Benji
Writer: Chris Franco Samudio, Miguel Franco Samudio
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid