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Never Leave
18
R&B/Soul
Never Leave was released on May 1, 2026 by TrenchKid Records as a part of the album They Just Ain't You
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Release DateMay 1, 2026
LabelTrenchKid Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lil Tjay
Lil Tjay
Performer
NoCap
NoCap
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tione Merritt
Tione Merritt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gabi Grella
Gabi Grella
Engineer
Adre
Adre
Producer
Hozay
Hozay
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Shit ain't 'bout nothing, I'll buy you whatever
I'm talkin' whatever you need to succeed
New Fendi leather, new mink for the weather
These bitches could never fuck with you, like, please
Hundred on my wrist, you know I'm a star
Cover the scars that I wear on my sleeves
Tryna go far every day, I've been putting in work
All I ask is that you never leave
Millies, I got 'em, they all in the bank
We came a long way from duckin' the D's
Go rob a ****, get a couple of blues
Ain't nobody got no bread in the P
Most respect to anybody that's real
I could never jack a **** that's cheap
What you lil' **** know about opps?
What's the reason you got beef with the Gz?
Really right here, though, I'm tryna see better
Saw a different life, I went overseas
They said, "Tjay got no love for the block"
Every time I don't go cater their needs
Being honest, see? They focus on guap
Told myself, "You gotta focus, you not"
Out my deal, soon I can finally rap
Label deal was tryna get me to go pop
Spent few hundred, 'bout to get me a drop
Louis V, I brought out eighty to shop
Why these **** say they happy I made it?
They just really want a **** to flop
We all naturally tryna do better
They wouldn't take me, so I stay with my knocks
I was low-key tryna get me a wife
But I seen how these bitches be thots
Playing with me, must be off of a rock
Quickest way to way to get a shell in your top
I ain't got to blow the marketing budget
They know it's real, that's why they stream me a lot
I got **** stayin' up in a cage
My life so wicked, I think I need me a sage
DA tryna throw me under the jail
Probably jealous 'bout the money I made
[Verse 2]
Pinky ring, VVS
Keys to steering wheel of the foreign
Whipped out a GPS
One thing I know, that these hoes goin'
Pass the ball, make a hundred a day
When it could've been like minimum wage
In that county, ain't no friends, just faith
Draco told me that he usually pray
Want to repeat this life, I'm true to this, I told you twice
Gave you my back to stab, at least you could've left the knife
Why would you smile with me then leave me all alone to cry?
[Verse 3]
This shit paid for, ain't no rental, uh
This that good dope, uh, shit like fentanyl
I got baseball money put up in a safe house
I need 60K to hit Lear like I'm Adolf
From where bodies gon' drop and the block gon' spin
Got a redskin bitch, she from Washington
Pain been workin' overtime, I hardly whipped this chain
Pain been workin' overtime, I hardly whip this fame
That pain been workin' over, gun to my head
Double R truck, windows fog up
In the rain while it's storming
Lord, I'm so weak
I can't even sleep
'Cause I done some things
Might come back and haunt me, yeah
[Outro]
It was game, courtside
I used to come pay for a fade
It's possible I make a hundred a day, it could've been minimum wage
Written by: Tione Merritt
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