Never Stop Sayin Go lyrics

[Intro]
Aye, go, b*tch!
(Real Murda Worth sh*t)
Aye, shoutout all my fallen soldiers
I miss a lot of my n*ggas
Some dead, some in jail, some, still around, they just on the run
sh*t, y'know
But

[Verse]
Dead n*ggas get spent on, blocks gettin' hit on
She a freak, like gettin' spit on (b*tch)
n*ggas keep tryin' be Top Kid, but they can't be sh*t but a spin off (b*tch)
The b*tch keep sayin' she hate when I'm noddin' off, thats just a 2 what I sipped on
They on my tip and act like they ain't, sh*t, I guess its my di*k what they slipped on (b*tch)
Pull up exterminating all these n*ggas
That's a lil' prick gettin' sent off
You ain't a Top Kid but act like Top Kid, I ain't gon' lie you gettin' kicked off
Ain't from the 'Raq, but Cujo my Drench
n*ggas been funny like Chris Rock
Came a long way from the west side trench
Now they ass know what I been on
Came a long way from Mad Dog 2020, I'm in 2024 (b*tch)
Came a long way, I inspire youth but they still gon' hate any way that this sh*t go (b*tch)
Ridin' what? Anyway, his sh*t slow (b*tch)
Anyway, that lil' b*tch is a ho (Ho)
From the Murda, n*gga, where they murder n*ggas
I ain't never gon' stop sayin', "Go" (Rlrrr, go)
[Verse 2]
And that sh*t be real (Real)
And the shape of her body is real (Real)
In the Scat pack f*ckin' Talia (Talia)
Better bag back, you better act fast, I'm in a matte black totin' a heater
And my choppa be screamin' like Frieza
Get to shootin' at n*ggas, no reason (b*tch)
R.I.P. Sippy, Nate and Rock, man I wish I can still see 'em
I'm on a Percocet, close to not breathin'
When you start to miss her that's your heart start bleedin'
And these n*ggas start schemin'
Where the Tris? I'm feinin'
When I'm with her it feel like she took my heart, ran off and it won't leave it