Never Going Back

[Verse]
When you see me in the streets you better pick up the phone
Jump you on a dark street while you're slipping alone
I remember first starting everyday I'd sit and write
Punch my bars in no Tyson, I ain't even have a mic
Through the opinions of the deaf
My records o for 1
Hatred fills my whole body, y'all can chill with close enough
Fill your body with some L's, allow y'all to hold the blunt
All these bars taking shots, how the fuck I'll sober up?
Sit on a rocket ship and blast off into space, it's over sun
You're hoping lyrics pushed me off the edge, I'll plummet
But my bars were over heads, my style's wild, so suck it and fuck it
I'll drain your blood out until you can't function
Uppercut the whole side of your stomach
Till each side of you vomits
See a picture of your vile cousin, then I smile and punch it
Stomp on it and crunch it
Turn your style to a stuntman
When I throw you off a bridge that's for all of your fuck shit
Black and mild and a blunt piff, you're piles of cunt bitch
You get wild and suck dick
You think this guy is triumphant?
I'll hit his eye with a trumpet
I'm on my grind just like Trukfit

[Hook]
When you see me in the streets you better pick up the phone
Jump you on a dark street while you're slipping alone
Tried to get up on your level everybody else is whack
Got my own style now and I ain't never going back
I ain't never going back, I ain't never going back
Got my own style now and I ain't never going back

[Verse]
I don't really trust the boy, not even to buy Q's
Type of dirt coming through with 6 cops right beside you
You'll get tossed in a bayou, with your thoughts right beside you
Yo, you're on some faggot shit you better pause just like iTunes
No tennis you'll get served, you don't run courts like I do
Q said that we can't trust him just like Metro Boomin'
Irish pride, I got italianos let Joe shoot 'em
Let the sets go through 'em
Use his head to play ball once I execute 'em
Turn his hat and socks red Boston, Massachusetts
I'm the best to do this, this is veteran music
I'm the dopest kid ever, like a meth head using
45's through his collar 'til his vest is oozing

[Hook]
When you see me in the streets you better pick up the phone
Jump you on a dark street while you're slipping alone
Tried to get up on your level everybody else is whack
Got my own style now and I ain't never going back
I ain't never going back, I ain't never going back
Got my own style now and I ain't never going back

[Verse]
My lyrical style will split you to tiles
I'm fickle and vile
My speakers in style, like pico de gallo
You're weak when you smile
I've been the shit since R Kelly took a pee on your child
My free throw is wild
This ain't nothing but a motherfuckin' family affair
Bout to light your house on fire while the family's in there
Bout to pop you in the mouth, like a zanny, beware
These rappers hoein', wearing dresses like a tranny, we scared
Cook these fuckin' rappers up like George Fore- yeah I'm grillin' ya
Super Smash Bros, I'm the villager
40 grand says that I'm real then ya
You stole my rhyme style, kinda like a pillager
I'm rapping circles round your click, like a cylinder