NEVER LATE ft. Jae & Rob Buck Lyrics

Take it over borders, I ain't headed to L.A.

Rob on the computer, it's gone be a D.O.A.

I don't wanna see inclusions, sent the stones to G.I.A.

I just pulled up to the Eau and now I'm burning every take

I can see 'em hating but the haters gonna hate

I know I'd really be hating if they making what I make, yeah

I don't do no fronts because all the fakers gonna fake

Put the 'Rari into sport, I'm cutting up I'm never late

I'm about to chug this Hamm's until I yack

I don't know what I'm doing on this Earf

This blunt attacking all my respiratory functions, killing nerves

And all my vision's getting blurred, all I see is your bitches curves on me

We fucking to Murda Beatz

And I'm about to Uber Eats a pound of weed and smoke it 'til my soul is free

My pipes are frozen, I don't feel my breath coming out my lungs

Feels like zero degrees

And I'm tearing down Water Street

J One Low's stay on my feet

I'm tweaking on the Pickle patio

Go back home, spit bars like I'm Socrates

And I'm off a tab of acid, I can see the blueprints of the universe fall apart

Ripping the cart

Stalling my heart

My life is restarting

And yeah the holidays are over

Time to grind we about to let it shine

Way harder than the diamonds on y'all greedy ass mother fuckers wrists

And I'm fucking your bitch, she popping like a cyst

Scars on my fists, moving mountains

Staining couches, fuck I'm slouching

I'm always afraid of how I be sounding, damn

Can't stop tweaking

Won't stop geeking like a nerd who can't stop reading Deathly Hallows

Yeah I'm seeking for the snitch so I stay free

My mathematics

A trap habit, please don't CashApp it

Stay off the drugs, now they calling me a cash addict

Why they talking like they really got it in they 'Gram captions

Look good in Gildan but I'm still wearing this brand fashion

Tuesday pulled up with a new baddie

Had to focus on my papers so I took like two addies

Straight out Minnesota so I'm taking all the ice they threw at me

And I put it on the navy blue Patek

No the Stu' ain't even ready

I could hit 'em with a pull up or I hit 'em with a hesi

I don't talk about the past because all the money in the present

Didn't plug them like the wifi, I don't need a new connection

Now they asking for the static like a phone with no reception

Take it over borders, I ain't headed to L.A.

Rob on the computer, it's gone be a D.O.A.

I don't wanna see inclusions, sent the stones to G.I.A.

I just pulled up to the Eau and now I'm burning every take

I can see 'em hating but the haters gonna hate

I know I'd really be hating if they making what I make, yeah

I don't do no fronts because all the fakers gonna fake

Put the 'Rari into sport, I'm cutting up I'm never late