Neva Had Shit
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(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
verse 1...
(i aint neva had shit nigga dats da truth rich kids
in da scoll use to draw on my shoes name stay on the
board four checks in chalk in detention cus da teacher
say dat we cant talk car so rady dat my momma got so
i juss walk i wish i had a nickel fa every fight i
fought stealin candy out da store like i cant get caught
juss a lil bad black boy it aint my fought after school
snack serve man 4 pieces of bread grandaddy why yo
i so got-damn red gotta real soft ass n a hard ass
better mind f**kin manners boy dats wat he said)
course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
verse 2...
(move to east atlanta at da age of 9 real cold winter
1989 my brther good at ball i cant play no sports dey
wont let u pack yo ? on da b-ball court ?
wit my daddy na things goin alright we a family na
got da dope man nikes n da starter coke only nigga
in school wit da dope man rope pull da joint 2 times
man im high already i like dem girls wit da braids
n da high top chest ? tried to take it on da train
but i juss couldnt let him)
course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
verse 3...
(14 gettin drunk n a house party dey locked me up dey
must have hide a half ounce on me momma mad as a mutha
daddy let him b gucci mane raise me to b a straight
up g na my daddy hustle had but he love sum liquir
n my momma wanna leave em but she love da nigga everything
kinda change wen i turned sixteen got ole' skool regle
wit da wit da crom back rees like a new born baby man
dat bitch clean but da motor f**ked n da transmanine
n its knockin don da street n mackmile parkin lot stright
whoppin n a bankhead bounce 4 hoes 1 me hit da half
n give me 2 dimes fa 15 in my to get rich by all means
in da trap cus dis rap shit was juss my dream)
course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
verse 1...
(i aint neva had shit nigga dats da truth rich kids
in da scoll use to draw on my shoes name stay on the
board four checks in chalk in detention cus da teacher
say dat we cant talk car so rady dat my momma got so
i juss walk i wish i had a nickel fa every fight i
fought stealin candy out da store like i cant get caught
juss a lil bad black boy it aint my fought after school
snack serve man 4 pieces of bread grandaddy why yo
i so got-damn red gotta real soft ass n a hard ass
better mind f**kin manners boy dats wat he said)
course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
verse 2...
(move to east atlanta at da age of 9 real cold winter
1989 my brther good at ball i cant play no sports dey
wont let u pack yo ? on da b-ball court ?
wit my daddy na things goin alright we a family na
got da dope man nikes n da starter coke only nigga
in school wit da dope man rope pull da joint 2 times
man im high already i like dem girls wit da braids
n da high top chest ? tried to take it on da train
but i juss couldnt let him)
course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice
verse 3...
(14 gettin drunk n a house party dey locked me up dey
must have hide a half ounce on me momma mad as a mutha
daddy let him b gucci mane raise me to b a straight
up g na my daddy hustle had but he love sum liquir
n my momma wanna leave em but she love da nigga everything
kinda change wen i turned sixteen got ole' skool regle
wit da wit da crom back rees like a new born baby man
dat bitch clean but da motor f**ked n da transmanine
n its knockin don da street n mackmile parkin lot stright
whoppin n a bankhead bounce 4 hoes 1 me hit da half
n give me 2 dimes fa 15 in my to get rich by all means
in da trap cus dis rap shit was juss my dream)
course...
(imma hood rich nigga i aint neva had shit i really
aint shit niggas talkin bout me but dey really aint
hit dey aint said shit it dont make dollaz it dont
make sense)...repeat twice