never will it stop lyrics – the clipse

“never will it stop”
(feat. ab-liva)

never will it stop,
the 50 in the duffel won’t crush,
it settles to the bottom like dust,
f*ck what ya heard,
you ain’t countin’ paper like us.
a million in the ceiling i can touch.

[pusha-t:]
go-getter.
i come from the corner like most n*gg*s,
now from afar, i toast n*gg*s, roast n*gg*s,
anywhere, whichever the coast n*gg*,
compare me to them 2 ghost n*gg*s – hail mary.
heart break when they tales fairy,
i kissed that girl and i likes it, like kate perry.
the tongue-tester, n*gg*s on the corner
juggle os for the king, like a jester.
child of a lesser – god, so when i drop the top
it’s my way of feeling closer to the lord!
reaching for the heavens; ’till then, i settle for the 7,
30 floors upper room key, at the western.
with her on her back, and her on her knees,
my ghetto *ss trying to pr*nounce they dungarees.
i say rav, they say roxy mon,
they think it’s real cute while they giving me dome.

[ab-liva:]
liva. heh, the cross i bear,
so fly in that purple label cloth i wear.
no matter the cost, i make porsche like fear,
every st*tch, every seam, when i floss, y’all stare.
ferrari: 500 them horse i tear,
i circle, i veer, y’all pause like deer
in the headlights, mami play red light, green light,
and hop that red torch i steer.
there’s no law i’ve feared,
arm glowin’ like a roadside flare,
king-pin, so the soft i shared,
i carried, i huddled, i dared,
i muscled, i bled, i sweated, i teared,
got crowned ‘n got cheered.
you 10 grand quarter-pound ration,
went 36 flat, that’s a asking,
now two-thirds got it for a fraction, a cinder —
put in the dash ‘n the fender,
dryer sheets, that cover that scent that it renders.

never will it stop — ever, never,
never will it stop – ever, never,
never will it stop — ever, never,
never will it stop.

never will it stop,
the 50 in the duffel won’t crush,
it settles to the bottom like dust,
f*ck what ya heard,
you ain’t countin’ paper like us.
a million in the ceiling i can touch.

[malice:]
and still don’t nothing move but the money,
nothing like 50 bricks, wrapped like the mu-mmy.
with the return ensures the second coming,
so tongue-numbing n*gg*, you can bet your last.
not a gram off either, you can bet your *ss!
i stay with the fifth, since n*gg*s want to grab,
f*ssst-life, get it y’all is on the fast,
and them hos never say no, ‘less they on they rag.
louie bags, i trick ’em with good faith,
in hopes they return the favor, with good face.
mentally, my mind in a good place,
wake up e’ery morning admiring landscape —
h*ll, even my garage a menage,
like my hoes exotic, same as my cars.
million-dollar deposit, you suffer from withdrawals,
i got in the game in the bag like i’m clause.

never will it stop — ever, never,
never will it stop – ever, never,
never will it stop — ever, never,
never will it stop.

never will it stop,
the 50 in the duffel won’t crush,
it settles to the bottom like dust,
f*ck what ya heard,
you ain’t countin’ paper like us.
a million in the ceiling i can touch.

/ the clipse lyrics