NEVER ENDS Lyrics

I hope the pain go away I never wanted you to Leave but I'm hoping

You can stay Okay, I get it, I'm the problem, You can say

You made it worse, you're pointing fingers Every day

Just put the blame on me but don't you ever Turn away

I keep on popping Ecstasy my stomach turning Every day

I let you get the best of me, my heart was Burning every day

You got your momma texting me, that shit be Irking me, okay

I hope my love don't abuse you I hope that Nigga doesn't use you

She told me stay up out the field for real, these Niggas on computers

I just spent ten up on these cartiers I need a Franck Muller

And you be bitching bout my vibe, I'm tryna Turn up, you be choosing

Take her to shine and tell them trophy You Saying you don't know me

That's my brother, that's inside so you only Know the old me

When I tried to shoot my shot, you called a Foul, you had to hold me

And right now, girl, you moving foul, I think we Better off as homie No, the pain don't leave, You're just learning how to cope with it

I'm about to pop a perky think, I'm gon' smoke A O with it

My heart getting weaker my blood can't flow With it

I took her out the projects, put her back, cause She can't go with it

You don't wanna see a bitch up in your shoes

So stop bullshitting, why you acting new?

I know that you don't wanna see me in the News

But I heard if them niggas see me, they gon' Shoot

But I'm gon' bust back, cause I'm taking a few

If I'm alone, he taking one, I'm taking two

If I'm with bro and he with bro, then they gon' Shoot

You wanna ball, we Golden State, cause we Gon' shoot

The city got my back, there's no way I can lose

Walked in the industry, I had to break the rules

Cause can't nobody really tell me what to do

The mill ticket, I be hanging with loose grooves

You see that rap nigga, you can shoot the Coupe

He tryna run, you hop out, blicking out the Roof

Don't you be bitching, brodie show me what to Do

A couple missions I went on, it was a few

My daddy Rambo so all I know is shoot

Just keep your hands low, he move, then you Can shoot

I'm in the field, making em bleed, I'm missing You

She saying drippa keep it P, I keep it cool

And all I ever really needed was a stick

And now my eyes open, only need my kids

I'm slowly dying, got me crying in this bitch

And every night I go sleep tight with my stick

She think I'm cheating, probably cuddled with A bitch

It's war time, I really cuddle with my switch

The internet want me in jail they keep on Dissing on my twin

But I ain't worried about that shit, that nigga Crying in the pen

He tried to run up out the cell, they had to give The belt again

And I'm just thinking out loud, but the cycle Never ends