Never Recover
Lil Baby & Drake 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?
Never Recover by Lil Baby and Drake is a song that talks about their rise to fame and how they have become successful through hard work and perseverance. They mention things like money, luxurious lifestyles, cars and women. The song begins with the beat produced by Tay Keith and then Lil Baby kicks in with the lyrics- "I bring up money, they change the topic. I got a nineteen and it folds in my pocket”. He expresses how his pockets are always filled with cash, but people change the subject whenever he talks about money. He then raps about how he is the witness to his success, and he had to work hard for it. Lil' Baby goes on to talk about his rise to fame, how people doubted him, and how he has become successful despite the haters.
Drake's verse consists of him talking about his luxurious lifestyle and the material things he has acquired from his success. "It’s me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble". He boasts about the wealth he has accumulated, the cars he drives like the "Cayenne" and "top off the Dawn," and the expensive clothes he wears. He also references his previous hits with Lil Baby and Gunna as the reason for their continued success, and how nothing can stop them. The song ends with them finishing their verses and repeating the chorus together, declaring that they are "getting by" and that they are unstoppable.
Line by Line Meaning
I bring up money, they change up the topic
When I mention money, people quickly switch the subject
I got a 19 and it fold in my pocket
I have a $100 bill that can be easily folded and fit in my pocket
She gave me her number, now I gotta block it
She gave me her phone number, but now I have to block her
I'm mixin' the dirty bills in with the profit
I'm blending the illegally obtained money with the legitimate earnings
Clean that shit up and I give it right back to him
I launder the money and return it to the original owner
If I don't fuck with him, then I can't rap with him
If I don't have a good relationship with someone, I can't collaborate with them in music
I wanna be there when somebody catches him
I want to witness someone catching that person
I want a witness to see that shit
I desire a witness to observe that situation
I bring up hits and they change up the topic
When I mention my successful songs, people quickly divert the conversation
One hell of a year and a nigga still droppin'
It has been an amazing year and I'm still releasing music
They wanted to stop it, but they couldn't stop it
They tried to halt my success, but they couldn't prevent it
You told a story like shorty was feelin' you
You narrated a tale as if the girl was interested in you
She told a story like she split the bill with you
She narrated a story as if she shared the bill with you
Look at my story, man, no one could write it
Examine my life story, it's something no one else could compose
Now I see a million, I don't get excited
Now that I've achieved a million dollars, I no longer get excited
I might just YSL my shit, the Thugger way
I might stylishly dress myself in Young Thug's fashion brand, YSL
Ain't no real sense in me goin' the other way
There's no logical reason for me to pursue a different path
Cannot be seen in that shit from the other day
I can't be associated with that situation from the previous day
Virgil just chef'd me a whole different colorway
Virgil, a fashion designer, created a unique color scheme just for me
Please don't be stupid, it's Baby and Gunna
Please don't act foolish, it's Lil Baby and Gunna
And Baby, he wanted her, so I just swung her
And Lil Baby was interested in her, so I pursued her
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll look for another
Next time I'm in Dallas, I'll seek out a different girl
You niggas fell off and you never recovered
You guys lost your relevance and never regained it
Poured up some Hi-Tech and wait 'til it bubble
I poured some Hi-Tech (a type of cough syrup) and wait for it to fizz
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit double
Young Gunna Gunna, I make this shit twice as good
Hit Elliante and left with a puddle
I visited the jewelry store Elliante and left with a large amount of expensive jewelry
It's me, Drake, and Baby, you know you in trouble
It's me, Drake, and Lil Baby, and you know you're in trouble
Run up my check, my bitch sprinted the shuttle
Increase the amount of money I earn, my girlfriend quickly handled the transaction
Sign plus an M, bought a Benz for my brother
I signed a lucrative deal and bought a Mercedes-Benz for my brother
Painted all black, the interior butter
The car's exterior is black, while the interior is a luxurious butter color
I drip like a leak and that's word to my mother
I have a flashy style like a water leak, and I swear it's true
Yeah, came out the street, gotta sleep with a cutter
Yep, I emerged from a rough neighborhood and have to sleep with a concealed weapon for protection
Family a beast, we gon' eat, it's a supper
My family is powerful, and we'll make sure we have a satisfying meal
My dick in her mouth like she teethin' or somethin'
My penis is in her mouth as if she's teething or something
Sound like it could be Drip Season or somethin'
Sounds like it could be a season of heavy fashion and style
Ain't no comparin' 'cause we number one
There's no comparison because we are the best
In black and white Chanel, I look like a nun
Wearing black and white Chanel clothing, I resemble a nun
The police in shock, don't know who got a gun
The police are astonished and unaware of who possesses a firearm
Don't got what I got 'cause I shop in Milan
They don't have what I have because I shop in Milan (fashion capital)
It's winter, I still took the top off the Dawn
Even though it's winter, I removed the convertible top from my Rolls-Royce Dawn
The kid was surprised that my trunk in the front
The person was amazed that the trunk of my car is located at the front
I know you a upset they don't shine in the sun
I understand you're upset because they don't shine or excel in the spotlight
Cuban link look like a box of crayons
My Cuban link necklace resembles a box of colorful crayons
I'm still at the lot, tryna cop the Cayenne
I'm still at the car dealership, attempting to purchase the Porsche Cayenne
I told the judge, 'Fuck it', I'm goin' on the run
I boldly informed the judge that I don't care, I'm choosing to become a fugitive
You want it, my dawgs'll look out for the bond
If you need it, my friends will take care of your bail money
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
I'm managing to cope, let them pick which side they're on
We get M's in by the shoe size
We earn millions of dollars, equivalent to our shoe sizes
I don’t fuck with y'all type of kind
I don't associate with people like you
I done seen all y’all dick ride
I've witnessed all of you following others blindly
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
I'm a successful and wealthy individual, just like Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
And I promise to God, I never feel fatigued
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
From the dangerous streets, now I'm progressing
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
I'm willing to spend a whole hundred thousand dollars on a new wristwatch
Don't gotta drip, I can leave it to Gunna
I don't need to show off my fashion style, Gunna can handle it
Runnin' this shit, only been out two summers
I dominate the music industry, and I've only been active for two summers
That 4x4 truck, I post 300
I own a powerful 4x4 truck, and I flaunt it on social media
Boy, whoever, they know how I'm comin'
Everyone knows my style and approach, without a doubt
Ain't got no feelings, I'm here for the money
I don't have emotions, I'm solely focused on making money
Treat every club like it's Magic on Monday
I treat every nightclub experience like a special event, even on a Monday
Niggas ain't rich for real, they gettin' fronted
Those guys aren't truly wealthy, they're receiving false credit
Gave her a dime, told her fix up her stomach
I gave her $10,000 and instructed her to get cosmetic work on her abdomen
By the time she get back, I'ma switch up my number
By the time she returns, I'll have changed my phone number
Cap to her friend like I been on her bumper
Lie to her friend and make it seem like I've been pursuing her intensely
Lately, I been the topic of discussion
Recently, I've been the subject that people talk about
Draco was foreign, they shoot it from Russia
The Draco firearm was imported, it shoots bullets from Russia
Bad vibes at my show like I'm Usher
There are negative vibes at my concert, similar to Usher's situation
If she tell me 'No' once, I won't even touch it
If she rejects me once, I won't pursue her any further
All I do is get her out here, abortion
All I do is get her pregnant and make her have an abortion
Act like I've been rich, I used to have nothin'
I pretend like I've always been wealthy, but I used to have nothing
Drizzy hit me up like he got another one
Drake contacted me saying he has another song for us to collaborate on
Money ain't even came in from the other one
I haven't even received money from the previous song yet
Fuck it, I'm hot, so I might as well double up
Regardless, since I'm in high demand, I might as well double the output
Seem like everything I get on a number one
It appears that every song I'm featured on becomes a number one hit
They tryna team up to beat me, they huddlin' up
They're attempting to join forces to compete against me, huddling together
Ever catch me out in traffic, I'm cuttin' up
If you ever happen to see me on the road, I'm driving recklessly
Every city we go to, it be lit as fuck
Every city we visit, the energy is incredibly high
Tryna put the police on us, get rid of us
They're trying to involve the police to eliminate our presence
And I'm gettin' by, let 'em choose sides
And I'm managing to survive, let them decide which side they're on
We get M's in by the shoe size
We earn millions of dollars, equivalent to our shoe sizes
I don't fuck with y'all type of kind
I don't associate with people like you
I done seen all y'all dick ride
I've witnessed all of you following others blindly
Bread winner like I'm Kevin Gates
I'm a successful and wealthy individual, just like Kevin Gates
And I swear to God, I don't get tired
And I promise to God, I never feel fatigued
From the trenches, now I'm goin'
From the dangerous streets, now I'm progressing
Spend a whole hundred on a new wristwatch
I'm willing to spend a whole hundred thousand dollars on a new wristwatch
Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up
Tay Keith, mess up these individuals
Tay Keith, this too hard
Tay Keith, this beat is too good
Ring, ring, ring, we drip too hard, ayy
The phone is ringing, signaling that we have an excessive amount of fashion and style
(Run that back, Turbo)
Repeat the music, Turbo
You seen this overseas drip?
Have you witnessed this exceptional fashion style from abroad?
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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 ;)