Never Going broke - Jaeigh Sherwood

Wo-o-oh Wo-o-oh Wo-o-oh Wo-o-oh Man, it's supposed to be fun, I don't relate to no one, Walking up and down the street, With nowhere to run, To escape from this crowd of losers and nerds. Cause I think they're thugs No, I'm never going out No, never again Cause I don't wanna be a part of this Hollywood trend I'm better than that, and I don't care if it's cool Cause I ain't ever gonna be anything like you. No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. Hell no! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. I was walking down the street, Thinking what's up when I had a great idea, To hit a strip club But I'm never going there, no never again. All the money was gone in four minutes or less. Now, what's so complicated? What can't you see? I don't want them touching me, it's not where I wanna be And I will cuss all night, I even started a fight But I don't care what's going on tonight No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. Hell no! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. No, no. No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no! I'm never going out again! Hell no! No, no, no, no, no, no! I'm never going out again! No, no! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. Hell no! No, no, no, no, no, no. I'm never going out again. I'll be there in ten minutes.

(I need to speak to Mike Laury) (Yeah, you got Mike Laury) (Dubba-AA flex) Free DDawg (Winning lottery numbers coming up) Cocaine all white G-Nikes, so I hit the street right Hangin 'round actin' like they lost some, know what it be like I done seen how they change when I'm down Riding round that P, smokin' dope just singin' loud (this Is The Sound) Motherfuck them if they don't know, I ain't gotta show Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin' strong though Dirty bitches they done ran off, left foreign cars sittin 'round in my home Causin' me to head on I say that that's that Maybach, Redeye, Rolls Royce, I'm on Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around Tell me change, but I can't do it, I'm fresh 'cause I got money now Hella blocks, hella chops, 30 shottas, no trap spot Plain jane, Patek Phileppe, arms reach of a crack pot Get that Rollie, I'ma send it back, I don't like how the bezel sized Scared for a nigga to see her arm sleeve she got hella dots Soon as it drop then the body drop Police comin', call it through the cell (blrrt) She ain't wit' a nigga she ain't 'round me now It was the same way laid inside a cell Tryna step on somethin', payin' to get me killed In that Redeye straight from out of hell Got to much money to be out here stuntin' And these dirty bitches don't wan' let me live What you talkin'? All my kids got M's of peace I knock somethin' off, I don't wan' talk Ayy, where the money? Where the lean? Goddamn Fuck 'em all, I achieve I ain't gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve Motherfuck them if they don't know, I ain't gotta show Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin' strong though Dirty bitches they done ran off, left foreign cars sittin 'round in my home Causin' me to head on I say that that's that Maybach, Redeye, Rolls Royce, I'm on Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around Tell me change, but I can't do it, I'm fresh 'cause I got money now Big stack, look, there go YoungBoy, his lit ass wit' that big gat Cemetary yard, I can't pass, tell 'em risk that Don't care 'bout how you cut it, you not makin' me (not makin' me, nah) Give a fuck 'bout if they clutchin', I say spray that shit (I say) I say pop that boy (bah), I say shoot that bitch While I wait on my house to get gutted, I flood my wrist I say hit the switch, I say put it in sport ain't got no kick I say lean, stand, stand right, aim right nigga for you hit that stick What you talkin'? All my kids got M's of peace I knock somethin' off, I don't wan' talk Ayy, where the money? Where the lean? Goddamn Fuck 'em all, I achieve I ain't gotta stand for shit, I got it all on my sleeve Motherfuck them if they don't know, I ain't gotta show Marble floors, hella dope, somewhere smokin' strong though Dirty bitches they done ran off, left foreign cars sittin 'round in my home Causin' me to head on I say that that's that Maybach, Redeye, Rolls Royce, I'm on Big Bentley, big benjis, one McLaren, hunnid rounds Two houses, condo, bad bitches waitin' around Tell me change, but I can't do it, I'm fresh 'cause I got money now (This Is The Sound)

I need to talk to Mike Laury Hello? It's Mike Laury I'm runnin' and I'm runnin', yeah (Dubba-AA Flex) Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, my brother slime My daddy slime, yeah, he slime (Louie Bandz made another one) Ayy, now how you wanna do it? (How you wanna do it, nigga?) I'm in here (What you on for?) Ayy, 4KTrey, you know, free D-Dawg, nigga I'm on that same shit, nobody safe, look (This is the sound) Let's go Boom, baow, pussy bitch, don't try to run now Fuck nigga ain't have his head on I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones I've been cooling But these pussy bitches just won't leave me 'lone (Look) Crack you in your shit just to see what's on your mind, huh (Bitch) I'm YoungBoy, YB Kayla, YBN, she slime Police on my ass, gotta watch the way I'm slidin' He acting hype, them slimes roll down and ease his mind, and yeah I pull up acting in a four door You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but, boy, I'm solo And Meechie in the South but still'll come and kick your front door Bro geekin' off that soft, but wildin' out, bitch, if you don't know I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas At a show or anything, bitch, we gon' hit at you niggas I want 'em all, that's on my dawg, bitch, we gon' get at you niggas Peel your block and try to catch a nigga outside I'm thuggin' for real, I tell you, bitch, I cross the law line I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron, Three run down with that Glock 9 Motherfuck if they clutchin', they all in trouble, I'ma bust mine Hold on, grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Pull on side him, dump a hundred in the car (Boom, baow) Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh) This for Dump, behind him we dyin' hard (Uh) I go by top, get out your top, I draw the sword (Bitch, what up?) Everybody in here slimin' with a nigga, ayy They ain't on shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga, yeah These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow, yeah Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb) Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said? He joced off you about your ex and then he dead (That nigga dead) I'm bangin' green but I get mad and leave all red I been that nigga, you gon' get that through your head Bitch, yeah Grew up in that fire, huh He came out a slime, huh He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die) Muthafuck who come behind, huh 'Cause bitch, we slangin' iron, huh Take his ass up top like high five, look Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, I'm slime Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round 'Cause we gon' get them all We ain't the ones to rep on bitch Check out my murder man dance, look Grew up in that fire He came out a slime He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die) (This is the sound) Don't give a fuck who come behind 'Cause bitch we slangin' iron Take his ass up top like high five Don't give a fuck 'bout who you call Or who come out of town The city know we step on shit, yeah (We gon' kill them too) Don't give a fuck 'bout who they 'round (Nah) 'Cause we gon' get them all (All) We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

I can fly like a bird not in the sky Which can always swim and always dry I say goodbye at night and morning hi I'm part of you, what am I? I follow and lead as you pass Dress yourself in black my darkness lasts I flee the light, but without the sun Your view of me would be gone I can see the damage that I am causing you is so benign You want me to be gone But I have just begun I am the only one undone I'm a broken miracle now (In your head) I don't feel but I am real But I know it's all imaginary Are they real? And do they feel? Is all the pain just inside my head? I am what men love more than life Fear more than death or mortal strife What dead men have and rich require I'm what contented men desire You want me to be gone But I have just begun You will never know how far I've come What goes up must never come back down (In your head) I don't feel but I am real But I know it's all imaginary Are they real? And do they feel? Is all the pain just inside my head? It's all inside my head It's just inside my It's all inside my They're all inside my I see them always but they're all inside my head All inside my head They're all inside my head It's killing me To see I'm killing you Death is magic, say Abracadavre now You see me now you don't cry when I am all These shackles they come With certain opportunity They won't let me get away But they show me we're the same We're the same We're the same They show me that we are the same I can't give in I won't give in It's not a state of mind I'm wretched but I'm powerful and I don't feel but I am real But I know it's all imaginary Are they real? And do they feel? Is all the pain just inside my head? It's all inside my head It's just inside my It's all inside my They're all inside my I see them always but they're all inside my head All inside my head They're all inside my head