Neva Cared Lyrics – VonOff1700

Neva Cared Lyrics Meaning

[Intro]
He’s repeating that he always carries his Draco, which is a type of gun. It shows he’s always on alert.

[Chorus]
He’s saying he always keeps his Draco with him and is ready for anything. The people he considers enemies (opps) talk tough but never actually show up when it matters. If someone disrespects his lost friend (“lil’ bro”), he’s ready to snap instantly and doesn’t care about the consequences. He can’t imagine going anywhere without his gun because that’s just how dangerous life feels for him. He really hates people who act fake or switch up, and he remembers struggling with not even having clothes to wear. Losing someone close hit him hard—it messed with his sleep, appetite, and peace of mind. When he sees the police (12), he avoids talking because he doesn’t trust them. The idea of him dying feels unreal, like it’s hard to imagine. Growing up in a rough neighborhood made it hard for him to stay on a good path. Losing friends became normal. Even as a kid, he wanted to be part of that street life, but the older guys wouldn’t let him fully in.

[Verse]
He’s mixing drügs—Adderall and Tris (Tris likely refers to Tris cough syrup, similar to lean)—and feeling super high. He’s deep in the streets, almost drowning in it, but still trying to keep his head up. Someone tried to make a move but got taken out quick. The switch on the gun leaves so many holes in someone, it looks like a beehive. They party so hard in rented spots like Airbnb’s that they turn them into club-like scenes (V-Live is a famous strip club). When they go out to handle business, everyone’s armed with mini Dracos. He’s confident that if his homie “3” is driving, they’ll be good. And if someone disrespects or talks down on their gang, they end up dead and smoked like a “three five” (slang for 3.5 grams of weed).

[Chorus]
Once again, he’s repeating that his Draco is always on him—it’s part of his everyday life. He points out how his enemies always hide and never stand on what they say. If someone talks about his lost brother, he dares them to, because he’ll lose it instantly. He’s not scared of crashing out or doing something crazy. His weapon gives him a sense of security, and without it, he feels vulnerable. He can’t stand fake people and remembers how rough things used to be. He didn’t even have decent clothes back then. The pain of losing someone close still haunts him. He was so broken emotionally that he couldn’t sleep or eat properly. He stays quiet around police, not wanting trouble. It’s hard for him to picture his own death, even though he knows it’s possible. The streets made him who he is—tough, but also damaged. He’s been around loss and violence since he was young, and even back then, he was ready to be part of that life, but older people kept him on the sidelines.