[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Ayy, this Lil Top, nigga
R.I.P. Dump, R.I.P. Dave
I'm bangin' for Bozilla 'til I'm in the grave
Where I came from at? Well, it ain't no love
I grew up 'round thugs, I'ma die a thug
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin'
Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons to my niggas, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that pussy nigga, been playin'
I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
[Rojay]
Oh, it ain't no love in these streets, yeah (Oh-oh)
Yeah, I put my feelings on this beat (Beat, oh-oh-oh)
I gotta watch how I move my feet (My feet)
Yeah, I know they plottin' to kill me (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, I know they plottin' to kill me, yeah (I know they plottin' to kill me)
Yeah, so you know I stay with my heat (I'ma bust it 'til I can't)
I, I catch that nigga, now he goin' beneath
No, they ain't fuckin' with me, no
Say, what you want (What you want)
Say YB, we gon' put these niggas on (Put 'em on)
I show no mercy, gotta get it in a hurry (In a hurry)
I bust that .40, I'ma leave his vision blurry
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again & Rojay]
God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin' (Ooh)
Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons to my niggas, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that pussy nigga, been playin'
I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
[Rojay]
Sometimes, I wonder why my grandma always fuckin' with me? (Always fuckin')
We fall off, she know I love her, hope the Lord forgive me (I hope the Lord)
My sister got a Corolla, I'ma go buy her a Bentley
Comin' up, I had to be my own father figure
Told lil' brother, “Slow down, because you grow up fast, nigga” (Growin' fast)
You only got one motive, gotta get that bag, nigga (Bag)
Focus on first place, don't be like the last nigga (Last)
Predict the future, had to just let go of the past, nigga
I do this shit for all the times they had me fucked up (Fucked up)
Instead of sleepin' all the time, you should get the fuck up
I ran it with YB, he told me, “Nigga, you so gifted”
I'm certified, I'ma one of a kind nigga
I get you smoked like a cigarette, no it ain't cool
Screamin', “Mama, I made it,” like a graduate came from school (School, oh)
We bringin' to the table like we all playin' pool
Fightin' the struggle like a lawyer, 'cause we got somethin' to prove
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
God, please don't let my .30 jam, back to back bustin'
Victim of murder, everyday I'm missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons to my niggas, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that pussy nigga, been playin'
I'm pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bustin' with them drums, we ain't never ran
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