Never Around Lyrics

While we was feeding off the energy, painting pictures with imagery

I ain't seen your ass nowhere near the vicinity

You was M.I.A and I ain't talking bout Miami

Then show up when we blow up talking bout how we family

Them funny style dudes make me laugh

They street credit is so bad won't nobody take their cash

Cause even that's questionable sort of like your rep is

You tryna eat breakfast with the bosses get applauded for your efforts

But that ain't gone cut it, tryna get your bread buttered

Get your head-butted instead, punted and stomach gutted

And that's for those who want it, know this game came with something

They praying to Gods and hoping for angel funding

But ain't gone get it here, cause if I put it down in years

Of how long I been doing it, I'd probably break down in tears

Emotional attachment, this rap shit is part of me, it's calling me

Ain't nobody eating off my artistry

For real

Now everybody straight popping out the woodwork

They hating on the way that the bul Terrence Wood work

Hourly or salary? exempt or non-exempt?

You part-time or full-time? you permanent or temp?

A sermon from a pimp is what I think of when you're speaking

Yearning for attentch, you claim you're helping but you're leeching

I'm Jay-Z'n you're too busy Memphis Bleek'n

Spliff Starr'n, tryna pull up in a whip that's foreign

Me and my akhi's looking like the Paid in Full Posse

School you was too cocky, a lil too Tupac-y

You and your crew a dudes was never cool, too sloppy

Now your girl is up in the pool getting bukkake'd

MPC wit a 3.5 floppy, I was looping up a beat

While you was hooping in the street

And talking like you're Jordan and our dreams was unimportant

Now it hurts cause you da bul selling merch when we touring

Straight snoring, sleeping on us

And now you wanna boast, raise your glasses make a toast

When I needed you the most you was ghost

Nowhere to be found, outta sight outta mind

Kinda, clueless how that I could even find ya

But then when I did, I realize I ain't want ya

The thrill is over, feeling almost dead and killing over

Sending drunk texts, then regret it when you're sober

But now I'm down in Texas ain't no way you coming over

I ain't a hop skip like I used to be

Use to hear your screams bouncing off the walls acoustically

But truthfully, sorry for the spoiler alert

Don't mean to ruin this plot before it thickens

I was always hot and sickening

Tried to tell you then, but you wasn't 'round listening

You was fooling yourself, self-cannibal, full of yourself

Try to teach me a lesson but end up schooling yourself

You gone learn today, that's what I heard'em say

Muphukas wasn't 'round yo