YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Life N Glory lyrics

(Any last words?, Berge always flexin')
Oh (It's Malik on the track)

Chippewa talking, my brother first
Car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle
Then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it
Tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish
It'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions
Tryin' my hardest bein' a man

Hold up, wake up, crank up the
Rolls-Royce, that shit was no choice
Know that I gotta keep a
Double R in my garage
I got XD, equipped a light and beam
It ain't never less than three
Security running 'round the yard
They talk 'bout how I made it far
I had it hard though sold soft and hard dope
I'm a fucking shame if Three
Go back to selling P's
Know we both might relapse with
A five hundred load play with my heart
I might relapse with five hundred hoes
I'm on that money, I leave no gap
I'm flyin' in that Rolls
I'm still that same youngin
I'm floating off of a twenty
Tryna take some shit down
NBA, your bitch ain't safe
So hide her when I come around
Five hundred thousand on that
Bitch in one day, she stayin' down
I got two wanna come take me out
On the lake like right now
I need two for to just it all
In they face like a towel i'm so cool
Got that G Wagen lift up
Inches like a thesaurus
Switch my rims out the place
Ain't no way they could ignore it
I been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas mad
I ain't gettin' bored
I take one M for one month, just splurge
I just blow it
Who gon' take somethin'? You just one cut
You gon' die inside that foreign
Atlanta projects, got them hitters
Tryna blow somethin', they knowin'
Fuck that fine, that's a full-breed, chuckin'
Through it, snowin', then I'll breathe
Leave my land to my son
She so fine, she had fooled me
I knew what I was doing
I can't say that my lil'
Slime ain't tell me nothin'
They don't like how all these diamonds on us
They don't like how we be shinin' on them
And I say, all behind my money, put a
Bitch off in the trunk and never again
You'll ever see 'em
Put eighty grand on top of
Your head and your relatives
No hesitation, show 'em the SIG, fuck it
He done felt the steel
Fuck wrong with me? 'Cause all I
Think end a nigga career
One lucky squeeze, soon as you die
Have your family in tears
We make three bodies drop one night
Gravedigging for real
We hit our knees, cry to messiah
I swear to stay still
Fuck wrong with these niggas? I swear
It ain't hard to be real
That was your partner
He couldn't hold on to charge of the year
Picked up that powder
He done put down that boy for this year
Promised his wife that he wouldn't buy
No more cars this year
Valuable chick, I had to look
Best see stars in the rear
Smoking back to back on Jos
I'm waiting for his heart to just fail
Fuck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buy
No more watches this year
Life been gettin' so frightening
Need to send out a hawk to stay clear
Seventy-five built like Elvis
Feel like my uncle in here
Knowing that I would never be shit
With the most money in here
Who got the most money in there?
Five grand enough for her to
Take granny flowers up there
Dropping nothing, that's a
Hundred, that's clear
I send me a hundred through there
Hiding behind my money
You'll die if you run up in here
I bought ear pieces, want money
You'll die 'fore I even much see 'em
Tryna shoot drones out in that night
They too close to the car porch
Cut off my phone late at night
What you picking my heart for?
Know she got me, but still I think
"What she fuckin' old boy for?"
At night, I bleed, no serenity
Who you think the scar for? Five times jake
Dej could push it and stamp it with Star Wars
You could go and ask Birdman
I'd push with apple, apple before
Five hundred thousand just one verse
My voice a whole load
Eight million dollars up in jewelry
Tell my wife to count her own
I just got my sons fitted
Tell them bitches that we on
Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch
I'm gone grandma Native American
Private land that I own
Never once I'll settle, shit, mentally
I done grown
Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy
This shit ain't no façade
The real king of BR, bitch
It ain't no lease for it
Could elevate my garage
This elevation too hard
Told you I want a new mansion
Before I see my lil' boy
I say my life is too fancy and
I don't even much show it
Take ten thousand dollars for to
Keep my fire going one in the morning
Me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign
Got hikers trailin' 'round at
Night, security draw down, what you doing?
Coyotes runnin' 'round at night
I know neon inside the lawn
Update her pictures, everything upper echelon
One Percocet, one Xanny, plus one
Stick for the night, then I say I'm done
I'm scared as fuck when my door close
Better not come inside on this gun
I'll send my sister to an island and
I'll call her once I'm done
When it respond, it said wrong number
She was tryna send my son
I'm so fucked up chemically and mentally
I hate the sun
They be tryna see if I'm dead
I never go outside for nothing

Chippewa talking, my brother first
Car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle
Then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it
Tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish
It'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions
Tryin' my hardest bein' a man