That'll Never Be Me (prod. Stoic) by astra

lyrics: I could never trust a bitch nigga flexing all that cash just to end up making trash ass music I could never skip on money or the chance to perform It’s a spirit thing if I’m feeling to it Ain’t made for me nigga I ain’t finna do it Crack a bitch that aint bad Nigga I could not get down w that Never catch a charge on some dumb shit If I’m whooping ass then they really gon feel it Take the same L like again and again What you ain’t learn from it Couple things we can’t stomach Aching for a check Ain’t no food in the cuboard Plotting on some sex She gon give it when she want it Me shawty falling out at times The underlying problem is you lyin bout the problem You could point the finger Oh so guarded You could break the whole apartment Never held in the conscience Hoe might just be a condom for dumb shit you fuck with known to push edge Like standing on the precipice Done wit all the extra shit Holla for ya benefit baby gon love the sentence I’m a real country nigga Ride Dirty For the hell of it The city looking like it’s war in the streets But you worried bout yo leather front seat I’m more worried by the week You the type to feel defeat I be boxing outta greed And that could