Fes Taylor - Never Ever lyrics

[Intro: Fes Taylor] You ain't gone never make it, f** you 2 Fly That's what they say right, Nah You ain't gone never be sh**, Never n***a That's what the haters think huh? [Fes Taylor] The pa**ion in the rhymes that I wrote Like everything I spoke, I ain't never been a joke I ain't saying that I never been broke But you ever been broke to the point you'll slit a n***a throat Still asking what's the combination, Sitting while he choked Already planning on distributing his coke Scare him up, Even visited his folks You know, Hammer on the coffee table living room approach I ain't saying that I never ran If a n***a had the drop on me I ain't have mines on me, Damn Some n***as say f** it n***a take it like a man But the only reason I'm racist so I can get the plan I got a plan n***a, f** a hundred grand We can make a couple million from Uncle Sam n***a Tell your man pitch up and buy some land witcha Hoes want sandwiches, You trick'n like an amateur That ain't pimp'n, I ain't saying I ain't been in love But some n***as do it just because, And ruin it for us n***as looking for a good b**h to settle down with more then a f** But still I f** more then enough And can't explain to my girl when she calling and I ain't picking up She like think of us, I'm thinking of lust Same time thinking trust, I think I'm gone bust I ain't saying that I never cried, So many n***as died So if I lie on they name then may my soul fry You know why it goes, Flex, Side show, Sick Nick, Grandpa I was sick like a dope fiend dick I ain't saying that my father wasn't there Cause I looked up to him, Like a barber in a chair So my son me and his bond, Little man I love you n***a I can vision him in Harvard somewhere I ain't saying that my family f**ed up My Moms kept a good job, Son just went bad More like my Uncle with a hood craft, Scars and scabs Cars we crash, They ain't even ours and laugh n***a Hope the odds are past us, Jars of gra** And show respect like when a mobster pa** n***a Never been a s**er, A punk motherf**er with no morals And hoes won't f** em with no orals It's only one me with no plural [Outro: Fes Taylor] One me n***a, One n***a, No plural, No plural Yeah, Okay, Holla at the motherf**ing wolves you dig Wolf Pack, Two-Forty Warriors up in this b**h Two Four War, Yeah, It's the T-2 Fly album right here Urban Icons n***a, Yeah, G-Unit/Dum Out n***a Yeah, Holla at the motherf**ing wolves Never Ever, Uh huh