1Bala - Never Die Lyrics

This one's for the real hustlers
Hustlers never die
We don't grow old
We just keep it going
New hustle new day
Never stop
If you can relate you already know
This is life this ain't lyrics
I get paid from jobs I didn't put my hands on
Now my Mummy pressuring me like where you get these bands from
That's shoe box money to money in a safe
Now my moneys in investments that my advisor said are safe
I ain't stopping till I'm dead
I ain't stopping for the feds
Black Benz Red gut this car matching with my creps
Or the Benteyga Big B
Got it sliding through the ends
That's community of thugs but to me I call them friends
Clean hearts
Disguised in chrome hearts
Late night and early morning no sleep im trying to go hard
I've been in and out a city trying chase a bag
So when I'm shopping in the store I'm copping all the swag
And the Difference is I really it in
So every payment that I had was a win
And even penny that I made was from sin
Ive been working overtime it's funny cuz I ain't got a job
Crime pays daily where you think I got this money from
I just make music for the ones who trying make a stack
I just make music for the ones who trying to make a rack
I don't care if the radio ain't playing me cuz my voice been my money maker
I don't care if the radio ain't playing me cuz my voice been my money maker
Money maker Paper chaser
Always f*ck a hater
You know I'm sticking to the grind but I ain't a skater
Me and Tk back in school we used to be some youngers
Now they looking back our way saying yh they major
But they don't see the bigger picture
It don't fit in there frame
I know these brothers talking shit when they just hearing my name
But I don't care It increasing my flame
This fire burning up inside me can't put it to waste
They always say Jai It's gonna be your time soon
Jump on a track you know I spin it like a typhoon
Nowadays I'm always working ain't got time to eat
But it's funny cuz all I do is go and buy food
I know 8s and 16s yeah the rapping be a lit dream
Ever since a late teen all I know is 9s and 18s
Now I'm serving zinos really serving kilos
Ain't no brother akh ting like Alchubbino
I'll paint that picture like Van Gough
Had hella gang but when times got tough where them man go
Nowadays they went and switched sides and moved agro
That's why on the road I only trusted my zanco
Offline hands off I still made it pop
I made money from young with no days off
I get paid from jobs I didn't put my hands on
Now my Mummy pressuring me like Where I get these bands from
That's shoe box money to money in a safe
Now my moneys in investments that my advisor said are safe
I ain't stopping till I'm dead
I ain't stopping for the feds
Black Benz Red gut this car matching with my creps
Got a bemmer or benz got it sliding through the ends
A community of thugs but to me I call them friends
A community of thugs but to me I call them friends