Issue No 123 Never Shines Lyrics
Never Shines by Issue No. 123
[Chorus]
From where the sun never shines
Did you get deceived that my nigger's all blind?
Running out of hope, but the FEDS give you time.
I think about it all as it runs through my mind.
I used to steal bikes off the South side.
And bring them back North, by my neighbor crib
I used to steal candy off my teacher desk
Thinking I'mma pay it back, come today, I make it big.
Ain't no secret, nigger, the hood is ours.
North-west, Sherman find the lack on that boulevard.
Me and Pete pumping packs off of his father's crib.
No fear of house raids or if we caught a bid.
Wild trace, goddamned, you created a false.
Whether you rap trap or you created the sport.
From the place where the good don't make it it off.
And even when a nigger win, he taking the loss.
Thorough bloods in the place where I grew up.
Before anybody knew who he was, I'dda make mistakes
And some screw ups, hoping for some new luck.
I bet you niggers starting up a new love.
[Chorus]
Fresh out the county jail, climbing up the quicksand.
You see my mark, sly pitcher on my wrist belt.
Being incarcerated never was a plan, dream,
We ain't cut some nigger's hand for some item off the quarantine.
I got some homies up at Dryadda and Fox Lake.
Pebble Machine and some other prisons up state.
Make it home, bro, the state say it's time, sir,
Get up! Get a legal hustle, step away from the counter!
Money over these women and make your hustle be infinite,
No distraction, attention is all your balance and Benjamins.
Even in the place where hearts and the stalls are frozen,
You might see a real live sun when the clouds open.
I think about it all as it runs through my mind.
Oh, well. Shit's crazy, right?
From where the sun never shines
Did you get deceived that my nigger's all blind?
Running out of hope, but the FEDS give you time.
I think about it all as it runs through my mind.
I used to steal bikes off the South side.
And bring them back North, by my neighbor crib
I used to steal candy off my teacher desk
Thinking I'mma pay it back, come today, I make it big.
Ain't no secret, nigger, the hood is ours.
North-west, Sherman find the lack on that boulevard.
Me and Pete pumping packs off of his father's crib.
No fear of house raids or if we caught a bid.
Wild trace, goddamned, you created a false.
Whether you rap trap or you created the sport.
From the place where the good don't make it it off.
And even when a nigger win, he taking the loss.
Thorough bloods in the place where I grew up.
Before anybody knew who he was, I'dda make mistakes
And some screw ups, hoping for some new luck.
I bet you niggers starting up a new love.
[Chorus]
Fresh out the county jail, climbing up the quicksand.
You see my mark, sly pitcher on my wrist belt.
Being incarcerated never was a plan, dream,
We ain't cut some nigger's hand for some item off the quarantine.
I got some homies up at Dryadda and Fox Lake.
Pebble Machine and some other prisons up state.
Make it home, bro, the state say it's time, sir,
Get up! Get a legal hustle, step away from the counter!
Money over these women and make your hustle be infinite,
No distraction, attention is all your balance and Benjamins.
Even in the place where hearts and the stalls are frozen,
You might see a real live sun when the clouds open.
I think about it all as it runs through my mind.
Oh, well. Shit's crazy, right?