"Never Saw Me" lyrics
OT The Real & 38 Spesh Lyrics
True story, by now you know that's everything alright
I know some might never agree
I guess I'm just trying to help them understand
38 what up?
Let the records show
Before selling records and network shows, it was meth and blow
BM texting, come get your clothes, touch a hectic road
Feeding the family from selling O's
White rapper early thirties, back trapping who just came home
Sometimes I wish I never recorded a verse, and just laid low
Cause we was on our way to millions off work, with the plugs we know
But now I'm trapped I held us back and it hurts, stuck in stone
So many made it and their raps was way worse, mine just ain't blow
I was chasing an M selling fifties with Dre, but went up in smoke
It's the karma for us beating the odds with a bunch of yoke
But what you know, my life's like a scene out of hustle and flow
I don't think Grono they was there for that body when he flushed the dope
Round and round until it all goes down, that's how shit go
Mansion and shack, the love that's in it makes the house a home
Grams in a bag, it's wham I just can't get out control
Cause I got people that's depending on me
Gotta keep a weapon and the cops try and catch it on me
Real ones betting on me
Money outside and ain't nobody gonna get it for me
If you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, if you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, cause I got people that's depending on me
From ten dollar cuts on Frankfurt to red carpets and banquets
I built my own family, fed us off my relationships
They have a brick, but this 125 is an eighth of it
Couldn't grab the Averix, my kids need me to save these checks
In case one day I don't return, cause I earn in the face of death
And sometimes I wonder why they ain't take me yet
Cause I got friends who gone and I did way worse shit than they ever did
I noticed people wishing I'd have died and they'd have lived
But if you gotta make the call, are you okay with it
Is the funeral still your fault, if you paid for it
Can life get greater after greater for it
Why you wanna make it, if you lose the ones you made it with
Is those the ones you made it for, the ones you save it for
The ones you cut your fingers with that razor chop and eight balls for
This cut is parked around my block, I'm who they waiting for
Cause I got people that's depending on me
Gotta keep a weapon and the cops try and catch it on me
Real ones betting on me
Money outside and ain't nobody gonna get it for me
If you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, if you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, cause I got people that's depending on me
I know some might never agree
I guess I'm just trying to help them understand
38 what up?
Let the records show
Before selling records and network shows, it was meth and blow
BM texting, come get your clothes, touch a hectic road
Feeding the family from selling O's
White rapper early thirties, back trapping who just came home
Sometimes I wish I never recorded a verse, and just laid low
Cause we was on our way to millions off work, with the plugs we know
But now I'm trapped I held us back and it hurts, stuck in stone
So many made it and their raps was way worse, mine just ain't blow
I was chasing an M selling fifties with Dre, but went up in smoke
It's the karma for us beating the odds with a bunch of yoke
But what you know, my life's like a scene out of hustle and flow
I don't think Grono they was there for that body when he flushed the dope
Round and round until it all goes down, that's how shit go
Mansion and shack, the love that's in it makes the house a home
Grams in a bag, it's wham I just can't get out control
Cause I got people that's depending on me
Gotta keep a weapon and the cops try and catch it on me
Real ones betting on me
Money outside and ain't nobody gonna get it for me
If you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, if you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, cause I got people that's depending on me
From ten dollar cuts on Frankfurt to red carpets and banquets
I built my own family, fed us off my relationships
They have a brick, but this 125 is an eighth of it
Couldn't grab the Averix, my kids need me to save these checks
In case one day I don't return, cause I earn in the face of death
And sometimes I wonder why they ain't take me yet
Cause I got friends who gone and I did way worse shit than they ever did
I noticed people wishing I'd have died and they'd have lived
But if you gotta make the call, are you okay with it
Is the funeral still your fault, if you paid for it
Can life get greater after greater for it
Why you wanna make it, if you lose the ones you made it with
Is those the ones you made it for, the ones you save it for
The ones you cut your fingers with that razor chop and eight balls for
This cut is parked around my block, I'm who they waiting for
Cause I got people that's depending on me
Gotta keep a weapon and the cops try and catch it on me
Real ones betting on me
Money outside and ain't nobody gonna get it for me
If you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, if you get jammed up, you never saw me
Yeah, cause I got people that's depending on me
