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PRE-SAVE I’VE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE -THE DIRECTOR’S CUT: Download & Stream “Beverly Drive“ at: Play the I’ve Never Been Here Before Video Game at: Follow Erick the Architect: Instagram - / erickarcelliott X - / erickarcelliott TikTok - / erickarcelliott Discord - / discord Spotify - Director: Erick the Architect, Lew Good, Mitchell Dolphin DP: Lew Good VHS: Mitchell Dolphin Super 8: Lew Good Editor: Lew Good Asst. Editor: Mitchell Dolphin Colorist: Christopher Medina Lyrics: I don’t know how n**** move nowadays Back when we was young the trap was always miles away Had no strategy, my attitude was die today Bad depression, had to park it like a valet I went to church but I got nervous what the pastor say Spoke of greed, I always I felt like it was just for me Poor decisions, I was stealing, wishing it would fade Now they steal my vision, so I can’t say anything Would we be the same? Dog I hang my head in shame Always will and will prevail so go against the grain Had to build this architect, the building booming I’m in the hood with all my niggas feel like J’ouvert Hit a jux to get the bread to buy a coogi Iceberg, bubble goose, I’m eating poutine More expansion on the house I need a new wing Jordan flu game, 33, Ewing I was broke, so damn right I’m doing two things First time I took a flight, I knew two things One was I could do this rap shit we don’t follow trends Two was, I don’t know if imma be this high again I was wrong, I hit the L, look like I lied again Like my ladies natural queens and not with collagen My spidey senses tingling in my metropolitan I bend the block, masked up and move anonymous Whats loyal? Jammed up, pretend he never saw you If you are my brother, you get everything, I’m spoiled If you are my son, show them everything I taught you Always paying homage to the homeys bred before you On my side, something vague about the sunshine Making money fold quick, how to the duck the one time Since a younging man, the trauma brought me butterflies Transgressions of them thugs counting hella pies I remember, damn it was a cold December LA on my mind but Brooklyn niggas know me better Certainly, I’m fed up, standing, I never settle I’m on my own, I really thought I had the perfect set up Still reflecting on the things that we connected on Still playing jams, I’m a stan when good records on God blessed us all, some mature faster Lord If it’s spoken loud, then you know it’s passion dog If we smoking loud, then you know it’s pass it dog If you scope us out, then we have to crack your jaw Empty those clips out, you aint’t have to ask for more I don’t preach the violence, thats just how I got involved Always had my smarts, streets showed me it was written Some niggas real g’s, others suffered for some fiction Comping the predictions, raise the value not eviction Cross faded, mixing, getting booted in my district Always from the soul, I aint focused on who get it I’m abrasive, I’m just really photogenic, give me credit This is live, so we never a make no edit Balling so athletic, they just fans and they wanting some aesthetic What’s loyal? Jammed up, pretend he never saw you If you are my brother, you get everything, I’m spoiled If you are my son, show them everything I taught you Always paying homage to the homeys bred before you On my side, something vague about the sunshine Making money fold quick, how to the duck the one time Since a younging man, the trauma brought me butterflies Transgressions of them thugs counting hella pies
