NEVER Lyrics

[Part I]

[Chorus]
Okay, never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, never do shit, damn
But a nigga never gave two shits, uh, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had shit, I'ma take
Never askin', "Give me this, give me that shit (Yeah, uh, yuh)
Give me everything, nigga, give me everything, nigga…"

Again, never been shit, never had shit
Never knew shit, never out, (Woah) never do shit, (Woah) damn
But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a bezel on the wrist
Never had shit, never take
Never askin', (Woah) "Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything, (Look) nigga, give me everything, nigga
Give me everything…"


[Verse]
Look, never had a real dollar to my name, bruh, shit been lame, bruh
I ain't even in this shit for the fame, bruh, it's the pain, bruh
Most of the niggas I came up with– (Came up with) haven't came up
And doin' the same stuff, but I haven't came up, this really ain't none

Niggas thinkin' that they fuckin' with JID, y'all got the game fucked up
Tremendously, can't fuck with the mind of a mental fiend
Who dig deep in the depths when he in too deep

I crept on the steps where the demon sleeps
And yell, belch, tell my Lord what he means to me
"Oh, my God, don't be mean to me"
In the ride with a bean or three

And it's not what it seems to be, I can die, I can fly
I can try very easily, I'm a guy and a giant
She's a vivrant thing, I prolly won't buy it
Bird bitch, take flight, no pilot
Serve dick, curve bitch, no bias

Back up, back up, chick, bad timing
I got to get on stage, you better get on page
I have you looking out the windowpane
Or in the rain or anything but in a way

And if I say that's what it is, forget the lip
Now, what's my point, now I forget—damn, this bitch
Got me fuckin' up my script, fuck this shit, I got this shit
Gettin' to the point where everybody say they from the block and shit

With Glocks and shit and poppin', pimpin', trappin', sippin' lean
Y'all niggas fall for anything, you got the plug in Medellín?
Kingpin? You a pen king (Kingpin? You a pen king, ayy)
Bye, bye, niggas, 'N Sync, try I? Nigga, risky
Fire, fire from the wrist piece, niggas shootin' like the '60s (Yeah, uh)
[Chorus]
Again, never been shit, never had shit, (Woah) never knew shit (Woah)
Never out, never do shit, damn (Look)
But a nigga never gave two shits, damn, damn
Never been a bitch, never had a Rollie on the wrist
Never had shit, I'ma take
Never asking, "Give me this, give me that shit
Give me everything, nigga, fuck you…"


[Part II]

[Intro]
Let's go
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, what?
Umm

[Verse]
Alright, what you call a chick that don't suck dick? You don't
And if you think you finna come up this, you won't
Down comes the boogie and up jumps the funk
This beat takin' a beating, I hand out the lumps
Damn, baby, yo' ass stand out in pumps
That's outstanding, stand outside until your man come
Or you can leave with the kid, we can plan some'

You know I came from the dirt like a sandstorm
Nigga, this a 3 point and-1
And 100, Wilt Chamberlain with the hand dunk

Shawty love JID, let me turn her to a hand puppet
She moan, sound like German or something

Run game, bitches think I'm Todd Gurley or something
Give me a jersey, I done balled so hard, I caught a hernia
Wheeled yo' bitch out my bed in a gurney
You gotta leave lil' mama, the clock's turning
I hit it first, Ray J or Ron Jeremy
They bleed like us so them niggas could never scare me
No niggas got more glow than JID, barely scratchin' the fucking surface
You need work, you need purpose
Everybody good, everybody trap perfect
Everything cool, don't nobody act nervous
Just ignore the fact that your favorite rap nigga is a sap nigga
We don't dap niggas, get the rrr-rat from the ratchet

Get the pack out the package
Lil' savage ass, ratchet ass, bastard ass, havin' ass
Rappin' ass, jackin' ass, wait (Yeah)
Finna blast, green dot, send the cash, pen and pad (Yeah, uh, uh, uh, uh)
Minivan, been a dad, been with that bullshit, nigga

Ehh, I don't wake up to the bull like I usually do
Young niggas down the block on the woopty woop
Better pray to God they don't shoot at you

Dreams of cleanin' this dirty money out my cuticle
Then a nigga make the crowd jump like Zoboomafoo

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Genius Annotation

On the lead single from his debut studio album, J.I.D reflects on difficult times in his life in which he did not amount to anything and had very little to his name. Despite his hardships, however, he never felt sorry for himself and always worked hard to achieve what he desired.

This song was first released on February 10, 2016, but it gained more notoriety upon J.I.D’s signing to J. Cole’s Dreamville Records.

Q&A

Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning

What inspired this song?
Verified Commentary
JID
Genius Answer

I feel like I made it in a real crazy time in my life. When I was trying to get shit, but I didn’t really have shit. My parents, they kinda agreed with it. They fuck with it. But it was written from a past tense. It’s not like I’m never gonna be shit. People didn’t take it like that. It’s more so me saying, “This is what it was.”

And the second part of kinda like a brighter side of it, because it elevates. It makes you feel a little fun because the beginning starts off hella dark. So yeah, it just was coming from a past-tense mindset and where I was at that time period. I didn’t know the song would elevate me, but it did, and it made everything I was saying true.

What did JID say about "NEVER"?
Genius Answer

This song is so fuckin special to me: this shit set the precedent for who I am as an artist. I wrote the first part in my Pontiac and the second part in a dirty closet smoking a cigarillo roach, 2 very low points in my life: it was at least 7 other artist attached to the email when I opened the beat from Christo. Even how me and Childish Major connected on the second half of the beat was so organic, it’s hard to explain. I remember a lot of things vividly, but I still feel how real these moments were in those time of creating this music. Thank you to everyone who moshed, broke floors, screamed these crazy ass words.

—JID on Instagram.

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