never bend

yeah

you lil bitch ass niggas steady speaking up on the low

if these project walls could talk

they'll be just like 03

you dig?

03

if these walls could spit bars

all of they songs be this hard

in this game play your cards right or get left to starve

my mama made me a star and i had it too hard

bitch i came from the tar but i got high again

i'm thanking god

could have died in the pen

you haven't been 'gainst the odds like i been

you haven't been where i been

i never fold

never bend

i remember robbin' pisas every other friday

i remember money house

i'm selling out of molly

i remember in atlanta talking pounds at follies

i remember laying down bullets in my body

if you know you finna fold then get the fuck from by me

if you ain't finna hold it down then you can't be my crimey

greedy get the guap and play the game but keep it grimey

i've been shot by who i love and told on by my family

i've been double crossed and bird fed

one time they sucker punched a nigga

yeah they knocked me out like ronda rousey

blindside you with this bullet if you come around me

seen you at this party

was gon' hit you

you was fucking outie

if these walls could spit bars

all of they songs be this hard

in this game play your cards right or get left to starve

my mama made me a star and i had it too hard

bitch i came from the tar but i got high again

i'm thanking god

could have died in the pen

you haven't been 'gainst the odds like i been

you haven't been where i been

i never fold

never bend

sim-simmer

who got the keys to the beamer?

who put that lean in two liters?

dreadlocks like beanie man

i'ma red beam you

hit your white whip up

you know i'm gon' cream you

act in lime-a-rito's

it's no lime-a-rita

really sell killos and plugged in with migos

my dog dark jack

he stretch just like a regal

we get thumbs up when we ride past your people

if these walls could spit bars

all of they songs be this hard

in this game play your cards right or get left to starve

my mama made me a star and i had it too hard

bitch i came from the tar but i got high again

i'm thanking god

could have died in the pen

you haven't been 'gainst the odds like i been

you haven't been where i been

i never fold

never bend

if these walls could spit bars

all of they songs be this hard

in this game play your cards right or get left to starve

my mama made me a star and i had it too hard

bitch i came from the tar but i got high again

i'm thanking god

could have died in the pen

you haven't been 'gainst the odds like i been

you haven't been where i been

i never fold

never bend

and we do it for lil money

yeah

long live lil money

oh

money changes everything

i could never give a bitch a wedding ring

ooh

yeah

rest in peace to all my niggas

gip to all my killers

woo