MENOR NUNCA ROBES Lyrics (English Translation) – Lil Naay, Fran King

Read the full MENOR NUNCA ROBES (English Translation) lyrics by Lil Naay and Fran King along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Lil Naay’s music, you can also explore AY DIOS SANTO and HOMBRE, two other songs by Lil Naay.

[Intro: Lil Naay]
Yeah
Ah-ah
Yeah, the bandits in the streets
Don’t lose sight of them (Ah-ah)

[Verse 1: Lil Naay]
They’re talking about wanting to take me out, I know it
They’ve had it out for me ever since I started making my own way
Since I started making my own way, I bought a lot of guns
I’ve seen death a thousand times and I had to turn back (Turn back)
Even the guys are dropping packs

Because they’re not seeing things the same way as them with the stacks of cash
Inside the nightclub I always have something (I have something)
You never know who’s going to get fed up and pull it out of the glove compartment (From the stash) Real terrorism, you guys are sounding strange in the streets
I’m not going to talk about that, because gangsters don’t talk about that
I want to relax on a yacht with two b!tches
Kid, don’t give up (Don’t give up)
Nobody’s going to do it for you, the hustle, don’t go on that trip
I was broke, nobody even gave me money for the bus fare
I made my own God and he told me; “Look, son, what I brought you” (Ah)

[Chorus: Lil Naay & Fran King]
I never stole anything less than a life
I did my hustle, I wasn’t born rich
I’m living it like I’m leaving tomorrow (Ah-ah)
I never stole anything less than a life
I did my hustle, I wasn’t born rich
I’m living it like I’m leaving tomorrow (Ah)

[Verse 2: Fran King & Lil Naay]
I was doing time on the block, hustling for some scraps
The street game, the struggles, the hustle is my sport
Saving up for a bus ticket, watching the local bus
Dreaming of being great and living in a world apart
Trying to make a name for myself so the guys would notice
Dripping in a small room to be able to stay afloat

My friends from 2014 killed me
Another day with the backpack tight inside the speakers
That’s what happens if in December you’re broke and alone
This is the real life of the street kids
Smooth, white, the 3.5s and the bad crowds
Kid, never steal, stand your ground without bad company, ah

[Chorus: Fran King & Lil Naay]
Never steal anything less than a life
I’m going to do my hustle, I wasn’t born rich
I’m living it like I’m leaving tomorrow, no, no, ah-ah
Never steal anything less than a life
I’m going to do my hustle, I wasn’t born rich
I’m living it like I’m leaving tomorrow (Ah)
I never stole anything less than a life
I did my hustle, I wasn’t born rich
I’m living it like I’m leaving tomorrow