"Never Die" lyrics
Pouya & Ramirez Lyrics
(Escape, I ain't stayin' in the Matrix where they tryna get my place
Players never die, we gettin' paid
Another day, another dollar, livin' in the bay
Escape, I ain't stayin' in the Matrix where they tryna get my place
Players never die, we gettin' paid
Another day, another dollar, livin' in the bay)
Yuh, Baby Bone will never die, all but six well and alive
Pussy boy playin' both sides, pucker up and kiss my nine
Push a bullet through yo' head, bitch, you hungry, here's some lead
Young Picasso with the Glock, I'll paint yo' bitch-ass fuckin' red, muthafucka (Yuh)
Baby, I'm thirty, I know what I need to feel fulfilled
Never needed a record deal, just spit my game and keep it real
My fans hold me down, put on all of my homies now
They think they know my sound, came up out of the underground
Bitch, Rami the ghost, I'm roamin', walkin' amongst of the fog, so leave me alone
Here is a toast fo' suckas who's bettin' on my own demise, but I hang from the rope
Until I croak, keep it real with my day one partners, that's fo' sho'
Never trippin' 'bout hoe that don't bring in no fuckin' dough
Still in the whip with a thousand rounds, gun in my pocket, got no holster, boy
I'm movin' like a ghost, way deep in Florida
Best be careful where you tread, you fuckin' with guerilla soldiers
Step into my war zone, muthafucka, then this shit is over
This a Porsche, hear that engine? I don't drive a fuckin' Tesla, boy
Chrome wheels spinnin' with that peanut butter leather, boy
Racin' through my city like I'm tryna dodge the weather, boy
All this horsepower got me feelin' like a shepherd boy
This shit a Benz, bitch, I don't need no lovers or no friends, bitch
Open up ya mouth and take this dick, I know you can, bitch
I been makin' plays, turnin' pennies into bands, boy
Money comin' in, I don't need to use my hands, boy
Bitch, I'm dangerous, reachin' for the stainless, hand the bank, bitch
I can make quick easy, have it feelin' painless
Dade County legend, find me playin' in the sand, boy
Came up out the mud, had to hustle for this brand, boy
Raised up out the fog, I'm young San Francisco legend, bitch
Make a false move, then you'll make me empty out the clip
Players never die, we gettin' paid
Another day, another dollar, livin' in the bay
Escape, I ain't stayin' in the Matrix where they tryna get my place
Players never die, we gettin' paid
Another day, another dollar, livin' in the bay)
Yuh, Baby Bone will never die, all but six well and alive
Pussy boy playin' both sides, pucker up and kiss my nine
Push a bullet through yo' head, bitch, you hungry, here's some lead
Young Picasso with the Glock, I'll paint yo' bitch-ass fuckin' red, muthafucka (Yuh)
Baby, I'm thirty, I know what I need to feel fulfilled
Never needed a record deal, just spit my game and keep it real
My fans hold me down, put on all of my homies now
They think they know my sound, came up out of the underground
Bitch, Rami the ghost, I'm roamin', walkin' amongst of the fog, so leave me alone
Here is a toast fo' suckas who's bettin' on my own demise, but I hang from the rope
Until I croak, keep it real with my day one partners, that's fo' sho'
Never trippin' 'bout hoe that don't bring in no fuckin' dough
Still in the whip with a thousand rounds, gun in my pocket, got no holster, boy
I'm movin' like a ghost, way deep in Florida
Best be careful where you tread, you fuckin' with guerilla soldiers
Step into my war zone, muthafucka, then this shit is over
This a Porsche, hear that engine? I don't drive a fuckin' Tesla, boy
Chrome wheels spinnin' with that peanut butter leather, boy
Racin' through my city like I'm tryna dodge the weather, boy
All this horsepower got me feelin' like a shepherd boy
This shit a Benz, bitch, I don't need no lovers or no friends, bitch
Open up ya mouth and take this dick, I know you can, bitch
I been makin' plays, turnin' pennies into bands, boy
Money comin' in, I don't need to use my hands, boy
Bitch, I'm dangerous, reachin' for the stainless, hand the bank, bitch
I can make quick easy, have it feelin' painless
Dade County legend, find me playin' in the sand, boy
Came up out the mud, had to hustle for this brand, boy
Raised up out the fog, I'm young San Francisco legend, bitch
Make a false move, then you'll make me empty out the clip
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya, Ivan Ramirez, Vincent Guzzetta, Melnykov Olegovich
