Goo Glizzy, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - My Life lyrics
[Goo Glizzy, YoungBoy Never Broke Again - My Life lyrics]
Oh, nah, we good
I gotta move that shit away from that shit
Lemme say that shit over i know that you
Hey you ain't gotta
Hey
You ain't gotta like me just
To feel what I say niggas dyin', young boy
I'm tryna live 'til I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers and
Robbers and snakes
And I can only pray for the
Sunshine 'cause I'd hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp, Mobb
Niggas don't know what's real
Only thing a nigga know is
What they fuckin' hear, it ain't my fault
I'm surprised I'm still here
Niggas ain't got heart
Niggas can't get up with me
'cause they ain't got hops
They see Big Mobb, heart skip a beat, nigga
They shell shocked
Shout out big Bobby, that's my teacher
Swear I'm so fucking smart
He sat me down, showed me the
Rules and told me, "Boy, you gon' function"
Made me write my number twenty times
And pass it to junkies
I was fourteen, Motorola
Boy that was pumpin'
If he ain't never tell me shit
He told me get me some money
One thing you can't do, bitch
Is take nothing from me
E'ry time I went to jail
They ain't get a word from me
Almost every bitch I had played
I don't need a woman
Said "I ain't playing with guns no more"
And I came home to a fully
Seen my opps a week later
I turned into a bully
I can't get destroyed, I'm paranoid
Not paranoid two choppas when I sleep, come
Kill me if I'm lyin', boy
King of the jungle, nigga, I'm a lion, boy
I ain't lying
My big homies call me big homie
Hoo-ridin' with that fat shit and
The stick on me fuck them hoes, shit
They can't get no dick from me
I'm out of town droppin' off a half of sniff
Homie
I'm fine everywhere, I ain't got shit on me
I'll teach you how to move
Sincerely, your big homie, mobb
You ain't gotta like me just
To feel what I say niggas dyin', young boy
I'm tryna live 'til I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers and
Robbers and snakes
And I can only pray for the
Sunshine 'cause I'd hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp, Mobb
Take chances, eyes starin'
Through the Wraith, see diamonds dancin'
All they see is my ice, my ice, my ice
Ridin' in the fast lane with
It all on the line
Not tryna be another body through the night
Hold on big pistol, millionaire, gang baby
Wig splitter
On eight, meditate to get him ten figures
Old hatin'-ass niggas throwin' shots
We clear the block
They mad that they can't get up with 'em
But to get 'em
It's gon' take more than ten niggas
Priceless chain on, killers behind him
They gon' die behind that
Knock you off, probably get a hundred racks
Ones in the grave who I won't never get back
I could kill a whole clique and
Our pain won't still match
You ain't gotta like me just
To feel what I say niggas dyin', young boy
I'm tryna live 'til I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers and
Robbers and snakes
And I can only pray for the
Sunshine 'cause I'd hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp, Mobb
I gotta move that shit away from that shit
Lemme say that shit over i know that you
Hey you ain't gotta
Hey
You ain't gotta like me just
To feel what I say niggas dyin', young boy
I'm tryna live 'til I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers and
Robbers and snakes
And I can only pray for the
Sunshine 'cause I'd hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp, Mobb
Niggas don't know what's real
Only thing a nigga know is
What they fuckin' hear, it ain't my fault
I'm surprised I'm still here
Niggas ain't got heart
Niggas can't get up with me
'cause they ain't got hops
They see Big Mobb, heart skip a beat, nigga
They shell shocked
Shout out big Bobby, that's my teacher
Swear I'm so fucking smart
He sat me down, showed me the
Rules and told me, "Boy, you gon' function"
Made me write my number twenty times
And pass it to junkies
I was fourteen, Motorola
Boy that was pumpin'
If he ain't never tell me shit
He told me get me some money
One thing you can't do, bitch
Is take nothing from me
E'ry time I went to jail
They ain't get a word from me
Almost every bitch I had played
I don't need a woman
Said "I ain't playing with guns no more"
And I came home to a fully
Seen my opps a week later
I turned into a bully
I can't get destroyed, I'm paranoid
Not paranoid two choppas when I sleep, come
Kill me if I'm lyin', boy
King of the jungle, nigga, I'm a lion, boy
I ain't lying
My big homies call me big homie
Hoo-ridin' with that fat shit and
The stick on me fuck them hoes, shit
They can't get no dick from me
I'm out of town droppin' off a half of sniff
Homie
I'm fine everywhere, I ain't got shit on me
I'll teach you how to move
Sincerely, your big homie, mobb
You ain't gotta like me just
To feel what I say niggas dyin', young boy
I'm tryna live 'til I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers and
Robbers and snakes
And I can only pray for the
Sunshine 'cause I'd hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp, Mobb
Take chances, eyes starin'
Through the Wraith, see diamonds dancin'
All they see is my ice, my ice, my ice
Ridin' in the fast lane with
It all on the line
Not tryna be another body through the night
Hold on big pistol, millionaire, gang baby
Wig splitter
On eight, meditate to get him ten figures
Old hatin'-ass niggas throwin' shots
We clear the block
They mad that they can't get up with 'em
But to get 'em
It's gon' take more than ten niggas
Priceless chain on, killers behind him
They gon' die behind that
Knock you off, probably get a hundred racks
Ones in the grave who I won't never get back
I could kill a whole clique and
Our pain won't still match
You ain't gotta like me just
To feel what I say niggas dyin', young boy
I'm tryna live 'til I'm gray
Livin' in my city
That's the type of chances you take
I'm surrounded by killers and
Robbers and snakes
And I can only pray for the
Sunshine 'cause I'd hate to spend
My life, my life, my life, my life
Duckin' one time, still standin' over the pot
And I still stand over a opp, Mobb