YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Sky Cry lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Sky Cry lyrics]
Oh, oh, I'm good
Oh, oh, I see things I shouldn’t have seen
Playboy on this bitch, but
He ain't playin' though
I see your pain
Through the skies in the backyard
I know you love me
Baby you ain’t gotta act hard
I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain
Left the whole block scarred
Down for the gang, gotta use your brain
We gone make the rocks hard
Shawty say go when it's time
I thought you was under this here but you not
Puttin' up with your shit way too many times
Everybody you know say you never was mine
Let a nigga come try
And get hit with that iron
Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal slime
Get a real bad bitch, I'ma make her mine
I'm a real street nigga who
Be totin' that iron she a real hood bitch
She the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, some shit on her mind
Post up at the trap with the stick outside
Every bitch in the truck, neither one my kind
Have a daughter by choice, I’ma name her Kind
Come and knock at the door with
The rod in the ride
Ray Ray, RiRi, the Arabian tribe
You a never get far with
You tellin’ them lies
I know you never left me
And I know you probably right for me
And I can't say why I’m leaving
I just wanna tell you it's hard
No it ain't easy being me
And you don't know how to play
Your part wit’ a nigga
On stage turnt up wit' the hardest of niggas
You need to go read a thesaurus to niggas
Them shooters they sleep wit' that
Rod in a pillow you tried to make a choice
But your heart in the middle
I see your soul in the sky through a symbol
No insurance for the incidentals
Real bitch go hard for they niggas
Let a nigga come try
And get hit with that iron
Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal slime
Get a real bad bitch, I'ma make her mine
I'm a real street nigga who
Be totin' that iron she a real hood bitch
She the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, some shit on her mind
Post up at the trap with the stick outside
I'm a real street nigga
Who be totin' that iron
I see your pain
Through the skies in the backyard
I know you love me
Baby you ain't gotta act hard
I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain
Left the whole block scarred
Down for the gang, gotta use your brain
We gone make the rocks hard
Oh, oh, I see things I shouldn’t have seen
Playboy on this bitch, but
He ain't playin' though
I see your pain
Through the skies in the backyard
I know you love me
Baby you ain’t gotta act hard
I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain
Left the whole block scarred
Down for the gang, gotta use your brain
We gone make the rocks hard
Shawty say go when it's time
I thought you was under this here but you not
Puttin' up with your shit way too many times
Everybody you know say you never was mine
Let a nigga come try
And get hit with that iron
Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal slime
Get a real bad bitch, I'ma make her mine
I'm a real street nigga who
Be totin' that iron she a real hood bitch
She the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, some shit on her mind
Post up at the trap with the stick outside
Every bitch in the truck, neither one my kind
Have a daughter by choice, I’ma name her Kind
Come and knock at the door with
The rod in the ride
Ray Ray, RiRi, the Arabian tribe
You a never get far with
You tellin’ them lies
I know you never left me
And I know you probably right for me
And I can't say why I’m leaving
I just wanna tell you it's hard
No it ain't easy being me
And you don't know how to play
Your part wit’ a nigga
On stage turnt up wit' the hardest of niggas
You need to go read a thesaurus to niggas
Them shooters they sleep wit' that
Rod in a pillow you tried to make a choice
But your heart in the middle
I see your soul in the sky through a symbol
No insurance for the incidentals
Real bitch go hard for they niggas
Let a nigga come try
And get hit with that iron
Got a real big heart, but I'm real deal slime
Get a real bad bitch, I'ma make her mine
I'm a real street nigga who
Be totin' that iron she a real hood bitch
She the rich nigga kind
She a real good girl, some shit on her mind
Post up at the trap with the stick outside
I'm a real street nigga
Who be totin' that iron
I see your pain
Through the skies in the backyard
I know you love me
Baby you ain't gotta act hard
I'ma leave a stain, shots to the brain
Left the whole block scarred
Down for the gang, gotta use your brain
We gone make the rocks hard