YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Shotta Soul lyrics

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Shotta Soul lyrics]

(Damn, ayo Drum, play that bitch back)
Oh damn
Let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the
Most of the shit, and I say
(Danny got that juice)

Had some problems, but
That's what made me who I am today
(Today)
They was tearin' me down
I ain't never break
(I ain't never break)
Interrogation, I ain't never say
Nigga got hit up with that Drac'
(Shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules
You got to pay
(You got to pay)
I done made it on my own, say, "Amen"
(Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (Mhm)
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
Fifty cent chip bags from the storе
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land

I ain't graduatе at all, but, you got
A new house, so, I see
Grandpa
(Okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that
Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off
(That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still around puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I
Was lookin' at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded
That's a shotter soul
(Oh)
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh)
Woah

I know that you see I'm worse than before
(Oh oh)
But, If you mine, you'll stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
Got to make more money than I had before, oh
But, he don't value what you mean, now
I know
Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone
They thinkin' that
(They thinkin' that)
Young nigga rick like Richy
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees
For my bro', I'll probably sell the house
He say, "Murder fees" don't bring 'em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off
(I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off
(Skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
Told a bitch she better watch her mouth
(Watch)
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the
Day that they say I'ma die
(Die)
Not a child, I don't cry
Just make sure I'm focused
I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride
(Sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids
(Them racks)
I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a
Year and still don't know what I did
(What I did)
Play games, nigga, I set the bait
Mask up, ride with my TEC to
If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids
Lord know I grew up to

I ain't graduate at all, but, you got
A new house, so, I see
Grandpa
(Okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that
Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off
(That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still around puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I
Was lookin' at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy mom's support (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded
That's a shotter soul
(Oh)
I don't talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh, rodeo)
Woah

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