YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Eyes of the Nation lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Eyes of the Nation lyrics]

Black man at his best (We are great)
I'ma stand up in they chest, yeah
(Dubba-AA Flexin', David, Tell Em')
I had to learn
(Louie Bandz made anotha' one)
Believe that it's just business

We are great, in the eyes of the nation
Chances I take
It came in contact with the stranges
It’s like give or take
I’m analyzed by the painless
It’s like everyday
The people ‘round me stеady changin’
(This is the sound)

How I’m ‘post to look out for you when
You was nevеr there for a nigga?
(You weren’t there for a nigga)
Ain’t enough weed to fill the ‘gar
You wouldn't even match with a nigga
(You wouldn’t even match with a nigga)
Said you love me and wouldn't leave
But you relapsed on a nigga (Oh oh)
I caught you slippin’ plenty times
I know you fuck with them niggas
Racist business show favoritism shit
That I ain't feelin’ (Bitch)
I’m just a black boy that can rap
Who come straight out them trenches
All detectives come in they mentions
Connecting me to the killins’
Bringin’ up my wrongs but don't speak on
The shit I done for children
All behind the whistle you
Get done like inmatel pray to yo’ gun, yeah
Keep yo’ pistol when you in the field
I drop a bag at any minute fo’ I shed a tear
You pay that cost
I’m out that north and that’s just what is

We are great, in the eyes of the nation
Chances I take
It came in contact with the stranges
It’s like give or take
I’m analyzed by the painless
It’s like everyday
The people ‘round me steady changin’

Feel like the label play games
They must forgot that they ain't
Come where I’m from
You put yo’ trust up in a paper
I put mines in a gun
You must believe I won't achieve bitch
I work for what I want
They treat me like an outcast
They sent me to Paramaunt (Hol’ up)
Bitch I meant to say Paramount
Had to get up and work when I see a drought
You should never speak on what you thought
Stuck in the trenches
I’m probably gon’ die before I get out
Can’t comprehend what I’m sayin
Don’t believe in yo’ artist
That's blood on yo’ hands
I was sixteen when I had
Sign, but now I’m eighteen, bitch I’m a man
Appreciate love from up in the can
I was thinkin’ that I should of just ran
I was thinkin’ molly water with xans
Back to back letters from all of my fans
I had to learn that you not my friend
I’m irrelevant if not makin money
I am celibate, I’m not fuckin’ nothin’
Then I realized sumn’

We are great, in the eyes of the nation
Chances I take
It came in contact with the stranges
It’s like give or take
I’m analyzed by the painless
It’s like everyday
The people ‘round me steady changin’
We are great, in the eyes of the nation
Chances I take
It came in contact with the stranges
It’s like give or take
I’m analyzed by the painless
It’s like everyday
The people ‘round me steady changin’

(This is the sound)

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