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lirik lagu never thought – lil rekk

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[intro]
you know you did me so wrong and you hate to talk about it
you know you did me so wrong and you hate to talk about it

[chorus]
never thought ’bout rappin’ i thought i’ll be ball playin’
couldn’t make the ball team, i trapped out the halls daily
ran it up in la, came home like dion waiters
mvp of my hood, gang, they star players
i got bad b*tches, i put ’em in rotation
better keep it real wit’ me i don’t do no fakin’
trap house boomin’, they know this sh*t ain’t vacant
i been on it for a minute i know that they know (i know that they know)
[verse 1]
f*ck a redlight, they know that my n*ggas on go
hit the headlights, if n*ggas pull up with the smoke
turn off the headlights, we pull up and hop out with poles
she can’t be my b*tch if she in the club actin’ joe (doin’ the most)
n*ggas pocket watchin’, better watch the way you run it up
i ain’t chasin’ b*tches no more, i been on a money run
money come to me nowadays i don’t got to money hunt (i don’t got to money hunt)

[bridge]
still gettin’ used to havin’ these new things
still gettin’ used to havin’ these mood swings
still gettin’ used to havin’ new things
still gettin’ used to* i’m rockin’ these new chains

[verse 2]
i was gone for so long, finally got no pain
i hang out wit’ felons, these n*ggas wit’ me got loose brains
when it come to rekk, n*ggas shootin’ sh*t like it’s 2k
livin’ two lifes, so i’m ridin’ in two lanes

[chorus]
never thought ’bout rappin’ i thought i’ll be ball playin’
couldn’t make the ball team, i trapped out the halls daily
ran it up in la, came home like dion waiters
mvp of my hood, gang, they star players
i got bad b*tches, i put ’em in rotation
better keep it real wit’ me i don’t do no fakin’
trap house boomin’, they know this sh*t ain’t vacant
i been on it for a minute i know that they know (i know that they know)
[verse 3]
could’ve bought a mansion without a man on the road
n*ggas dissin’ me in songs they tryna get known
b*tches in my dm thirsty, they tryna get flown out
n*ggas know they better not lack, if we catch ’em they goin’ out
had to leave them percs alone, them sh*ts had me zoned out
i ain’t seen my daughter in so long, she lookin’ so grown now
go to jail and do some time, bet you gon’ see who hold it down
talkin’ to my mama she pray for me i need help
soul hurtin’, it’s screamin’ and callin’ out
never stress ’bout money, we ain’t never runnin’ out
brodie still trappin’, might run through a hunnid’ pounds
rubber band gang, b*tches know we all in route
fightin’ demons in my condo, this sh*t a haunted house
my dog took his case to trial and the d.a. put him down

[chorus]
never thought ’bout rappin’ i thought i’ll be ball playin’
couldn’t make the ball team, i trapped out the halls daily
ran it up in la, came home like dion waiters
mvp of my hood, gang, they star players
i got bad b*tches, i put ’em in rotation
better keep it real wit’ me i don’t do no fakin’
trap house boomin’, they know this sh*t ain’t vacant
i been on it for a minute i know that they know (i know that they know)