Never Recover
Lil Baby Lyrics
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Ayy, yeah
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
Yeah, ayy, look
I bring up money, they change up the topic
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want a witness to see that shit
(Man, these folks, these folks gotta goddamn hear this shit, no cap)
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin'
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
Cannot be seen in that shit from the other day
Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
You niggas fell off and you never recovered
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Hit Elliante and left with a puddle
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Family a beast, we gon' eat, it's a supper
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
It's winter, I still took the top off the Dawn
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
I told the judge, "Fuck it", I'm goin' on the run
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
If she tell me "No" once, I won't even touch it
All I do is get her out here, abortion
Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Money ain't even came in from the other one
Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up
Seem like everything I get on a number one
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
We get M's in by the shoe size
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I done seen all y'all dick ride
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Tay Keith, this too hard
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
(Run that back, Turbo)
You seen this overseas drip?
The lyrics to Lil Baby's song "Never Recover" describe the rapper's success and rise to fame. He talks about his luxurious lifestyle and the haters who try to bring him down. Throughout the song, he repeats the line "I bring up (money/hits) and they change up the topic," indicating that those around him are jealous of his success and try to divert attention away from it.
The opening lines of the song suggest Lil Baby is unimpressed by people who avoid talking about money. He then goes on to describe his wealth, referencing his 19, a term used to describe his handgun that can be folded and concealed in his pocket. Lil Baby is aware that people might try to take advantage of him because of his money, but he mixes his dirty bills in with his profits, cleaning them up before returning them to avoid being a victim of fraud.
Later in the song, Lil Baby focuses on his success as a rapper and how he's managed to achieve it despite facing obstacles. He mentions the difficulty of being around former friends who he no longer associates with, and how he wants to bear witness to their downfall. He also boasts about his collaborations with other successful rappers like Drake and Gunna.
Overall, the lyrics to "Never Recover" underscore Lil Baby's confidence and rising status in the music industry. He raps about his wealth and success, as well as the envy and negativity that come with his fame.
Line by Line Meaning
I bring up money, they change up the topic
People try to change the conversation when I bring up money
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
I have a gun in my pocket that can fold
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
I will block her phone number so she can't call me
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
I am mixing in counterfeit money with real money in order to make a profit
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
I clean the dirty money and return it to the person who gave it to me
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
I cannot collaborate with someone I do not like
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want to be there when someone catches the person I don't like
I want a witness to see that shit
I want someone to witness the person getting caught
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
People change the conversation when I bring up my successful songs
One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin'
I had a great year, and am still putting out more music
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
They tried to stop my success, but could not
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
I might style my clothes like rapper Young Thug
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
Myself, Drake, and Lil Baby are a powerful group that can cause trouble
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
I drip with style and fashion, and swear on my mother that it's true
Family a beast, we gon' eat, it's a supper
My family is strong and we will succeed
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
She is giving me oral sex
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
It sounds like a song by rapper Gunna
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
I know it upsets you that your possessions do not sparkle in the sunlight
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
The police are confused about who is carrying a gun
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
The gun I have is a foreign make and was possibly made in Russia
Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
I pretend to be rich, but I used to have nothing
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Drake contacted me about collaborating on another song
Money ain't even came in from the other one
I haven't even been paid for the previous collaboration yet
Seem like everything I get on a number one
Every song I collaborate on becomes a hit
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
They are trying to call the police on us to eliminate us
You seen this overseas drip?
Have you seen my fashionable clothes from overseas?
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Aubrey Drake Graham, Brytavious Lakeith Chambers, Chandler Durham, Dominique Jones, Sergio Kitchens
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@issacsanchez2819
Drake murdered tf out of that beat🤫
@swagboy_kari960
@@isaiahcash7764 That shit was trash asf.🤣🤣
@coreyhandley5096
Well said issac
@whatthehell5242
@@swagboy_kari960 Bruh I was about to get on your ass. I thought you was talking about never recover lmfao
@swagboy_kari960
@@whatthehell5242 Nah, Y'all niggas can't get on my ass even if you wanted to.🤷🏻♂️
@yeaight22
YOBOI_ UCHIHA Lmk if you think I’m trash https://soundcloud.com/devieilsound6k/no-fucks-ft-jay-swerve
@kaneladell4535
Drake raps like it's a normal conversation for him
@Mylife3655
Facts
@josiahlee6042
On goddddddd
@glennphil1942
It is when it's a script ;)