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„Never Had Shit’ lyrics by Young Nooski

Intro
(JD on tha beat, fool)
Yeah, uh, uh
(Grrah, grrah, boom!)
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Bitch, I’m back on that shit again, ya heard me?
(Skrrt—bah!)

Chorus
They said I’d die in them trenches, never had no peace (Nah)
Twelve years old, with a Glock, posted on that East (Bah, bah!)
Nigga talk tough, he get put to sleep, no time for beef (Pussy!)
I seen my homie catch a shot, that shit done fucked with me (Fucked me up)
They say Nooski wild as hell, I say, „Bitch, that’s facts” (That’s facts!)
Ridin’ with that .30, hop out, put him on his back (Boom!)
He was talkin’ tough online—now he in a pack (Pack!)
Mama cryin’ ‘cause her son got caught up in that trap (Fuck!)

Verse
I was young, I was broke, had to take them risks (No cap!)
Robbed a nigga with a mask, told him, „Give me all your shit” (Gimme that!)
I ain’t playin’ games with no opp, I’m tryna send a blitz (Blrrt!)
We was 4 deep in that whip, ridin’ dirty with them sticks (With them sticks!)
They shot my cousin, he ain’t make it—now my heart is gone (R.I.P.)
I don’t trust a fuckin’ soul, bitch, I’m ridin’ on my own (Fuck y’all!)
I got demons in my dreams, I see blood on every stone (On God)
If I catch that nigga lackin’, leave his face blown (Boom, boom!)
Grew up in a war zone, ain’t no handouts (Nah!)
Fuck the system, fuck the judge, I’ma stand out (Fuck ‘em!)
Had to get it on my own, had no damn route
Now I’m thuggin’ in designer, brought them bands out (Big racks!)

Bridge
(Ha!)
Y’all lil’ boys ain’t like me
(Fuck all that internet shit)
Y’all don’t know how that pain feel
(I had to make a way—by any means)
(Grrah!)

Chorus
They said I’d die in them trenches, never had no peace (No peace)
Twelve years old, with a Glock, posted on that East (On gang!)
Nigga talk tough, he get put to sleep, no time for beef (Pussy!)
I seen my homie catch a shot, that shit done fucked with me (Fucked with me)
They say Nooski wild as hell, I say, „Bitch, that’s facts” (Facts!)
Ridin’ with that .30, hop out, put him on his back (Boom!)
He was talkin’ tough online—now he in a pack (Haha!)
Mama cryin’ ‘cause her son got caught up in that trap (Trap!)

Outro
(Yeah)
Long live my dawgs, man
I do this for y’all
Fuck them opps, they know what it is
Young Nooski in this bitch, first drop—bitch, I’m here
(Grrah, grrah, boom—bitch!)