Never Going Back

[Intro]

See Me on Top, Volume 4, Shawty

Cadillactica, coming soon

November, pimpin', it's going down

[Hook]

I'm never going back

To that broke shit

9 to 5, getting by, being po' shit

I'm never going back

Pockets low shit

To all the mothafuckas out here on that ho shit

I'm never going back

To bumming rides

Taking chances, riding dirty to survive

I'm never going back (x3)

[Verse 1]

Only lord knows

To a pocket full of lint and bullshit clothes

One bill away from being in the suit line

Yeah, my nigga got jammed, but I'm gonna get mine

Damn, my nigga got kids, I gotta help out

If I don't fight for my spot, then I'm left out, stressed out

Hoping God can throw a good son a blessing

Cause going two days without eating just ain't healthy

Sitting in this four corner room, consuming all my doubts

Eviction notice been due, they bound to kick us out

Cop a room for the night, deep off in the drought

I'm too grown to be on grandma's couch

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Where they left me at?

Out here for the wolves

When you hustle just to scrape for change, hard to play it cool

Now it's Louis loafers, all on your sofa, like, 'fuck this couch'

Went from crinkled dollars to banding benjis and large amounts

Let's say[?], pray over this cake we cutting

Been on my grown man shit since ladies [?]

I rest on a cot, they see a lock[?]

I touch down in every spot

It takes a vacay just to shop

She bougie, only seen the type of shit in the movie

Live the type of life you wish that you knew me

Grew up rocking Gibraltar[?], white tees, bubble toes, and Pumas

Now it's [deadstock] stock[motherfucker]

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

To folding clothes, at clothing stores, for $5.84[?]

To pay bills and work some more on the daily

Na, baby, no party for my b-day

I'm sorry I can't be there

I'm out here chasing payment

Lately my heart been aching

I feel like I should do better

The world we in gets colder and colder

Go get my sweater and bundle up

Summer just ain't warm enough to heat the souls of many

I'm out here scraping pennies

Pray the crooked law don't sentence me to death

With my hands up, hard to pull my pants up

Running for dear life while I'm jammed up

Slammed and mishandled 'em

Police there[?]

[?] cameras while media Wikipedia me to be a vandal

Memories of energy flow through my burned candles

On the corner 'till the wind blow

I wrote that bar for all my dope selling kin folk

Risk taking everyday

I pray that y'all settle down, get married, find a wife, then throw a bouquet, have kids, and be safe

And teach 'em what our parents didn't teach us

The music just don't reach 'em like it reach us

So now it's on us to be the leaders

Cause we never going back

[Outro]

As long as you felt it, and it touched your soul

That's king me [?]