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letra de never be them ft. bans - short (rc)

[verse 1}

i hear them keep on talking
like they looking out for my well being
could’ve done it constructively
they don’t see it how i see it
i got the marvel that’s a vision
i am not a human being
i done lost all of my marbles
televising all my dealings
i was healing feeling g*nius
cash was stacking to the ceiling
revelations were revealing
all the secrets i been keeping
my brothers kept on stealing
while my sisters were p-ssy popping
selling kitties on the scene and
chilling at the crib watching friday on a friday
crib was cold as h-ll
you’d think that i was flossing icy
mama said this ain’t a game
but all i did was play all day
i played all day
people around me are hungry like ramadan
allahu akbar
exploding like i’m sadam
fertilizing all your minds like a f-cking farm
i’ve been sinning all my life so all i hear is haram

[hook]

trynna reach the main stream
flow like the nile
be a king
be a prince
you should walk the extra mile
be a pin
be a p-wn
clean up your own aisle
be unique
be a g
always stay versatile
be you
never be them
do you
don’t listen to what they say
be you
never be them
i am me and they can never make another one (nah)

[verse 2]

i was mobbing deep
bringing havoc like a prodigy
i’m a born sinner
it’s no biggie i had faith in me
it was written in the book of rhymes
like a prophecy
dear mama said keep your head up
so that is what i did
i had 99 problems
but i brushed off my shoulder
i was a renegade
just another toy soldier
we ain’t nothing to f-ck with
while we puffing on the doja
somebody hold up (x3)
i’m humble in a mad city
i keep my tax like wesley’s theory
i’m trynna be the greatest
i got the element and it is in me
we gone be alright
ya’ll keep staring with that envy
lost ones were never told about god’s gift
runaway from trouble while i’m on a power trip
she knows i got some more money
man ain’t that some sh-t ?
before i’m gone i want to take you higher
cause you got it

[hook]

bans [verse 3]
2k16 and my brothers in jail
for an ounce of kush
waiting for them to bail
burning down the bush
the presidential exhale
how long won’t i see them
only time can tell (well)
i gotta go back and get the degree
i don’t really care
do it for the family
i want the luxury
so i’m selling these bricks
ain’t got love for these hoes
the b-tches and tricks
now i’m going back home
hear a banging on my door
so i open it quick
ah sh-t
5-0 at my door step
they got the tip
that i’ve been flipping these packs for the neighborhood kids
never mind though
i’m back with the migos
on the mic with the bro
we took a shot like a freethrow
real flows k!ll foes deep throat freak hoes
seen roads
now i’m grinding like the clipse
homie reload

- short rc

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