YoungBoy Never Broke Again - The Story of O.J. (Top Version) lyrics

Uh, I'm ready i had to tell these bitch-ass
Niggas they don't scare me, you heard me?
I'm 'bout 135, you heard me?
Lil' one, ayy, I guarantee, ayy northside 38

Young nigga, OG demeanor
They don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
You can call it what you want (Still nigga)
My skin is black (Still nigga) my
Young nigga, OG demeanor
They don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Still nigga
(That's me, what they talkin' bout?)
Still nigga

I'm one of the greatest to ever do it
Tell me why your favorite
Rapper so fake-influenced
Telling you he gon' do things, that he
Never wasn't gon' do
That's the Mandela Effect
'Til the kids don't understand shit they do
What the fuck you doing?
These bitch-ass niggas still gon' criticize
It 'cause they don't understand
Fuck you gon' criticize a made man?
(You a bitch) bitch-ass nigga gon' go to the
Grave playing with this
I been said it and I'ma stand on it
Thought I was the biggest boss having
All my cars paid for
Seen I lost value soon as
My pack had weighed up, the fuck?
My nigga was my favorite chef 'til
The dish was fucked up
I guess somewhere was leftovers
The buyer said the food was
Stepped on too much
The Shade Room was posting things, they
Ain't understand how I'm living, slime
But they wouldn't understand how I'm twenty
Clockin' over ten million now, huh?
I seen labels the new-age slavery
So I partnered up i'm a CEO now, I own
A percentage of United Masters
Tell 'em hate me (Fuck it)
This shit ain't no fugazi
I'm tryna convince Fee to tell
Reginae how big the
Shit gon' be if we have a baby
But I'm serious, though (I'm serious)
We made a god, so no one is crazy
But the man thinkin' he get
Ten percent from me
Allowing him to allow someone else to pay me
Dumb bitch fuck it, hit the kill switch
Making sure it's over with
Aim and blow the bitch
Strapped down, soldier shit
Never be no more of this
Top number one, knocking down buildings, 9
11 riding down Canal with a PTR, bitch
It be mistaken for a MAC-11
Tell me what his soul say
Let the song play with them
Open doors in heaven
My youngin just sold a seven
I just put ten on that
Pussy bitch who tellin'

Young nigga, OG demeanor
They don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Shit, still nigga
(Oh, they don't like that, huh?)
Bitch-ass nigga, still nigga, Top
Young nigga, OG demeanor
They don't fuck with him (I'ma talk to 'em)
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
(You know what I'm sayin'? I'ma
Preach like a preacher)
Still nigga, that's me
(I'ma sing to these motherfuckers)
Still nigga
(You feel me? Say let that thing blow)

Got enough money, I can get
It by the bale, score, i need more to sell
Tryna buy land
Need another property for to hide
It if it's stale
Been leavin' dead bodies where my
Mama I grew up, got the police on my trail
Preventin' them dead homis, I
Kept going hard, i blew up up out this world
How you think I feel jumping out that
Rolls with my son seeing that?
Shoot this big strap right where unc'
At, hidin', wherever they want it
Just send that
He a made nigga, tote a hundred rounds
Probably bootin' up off a ten pack
With a bitch with him probably in
Love with one of his brothers
She ain't never seen that
Niggas scheming, I just sit back
You've been scoping, we gon' blitz that
You best believe this that
Pure motherfuckin' codeine
This ain't no cognac
On the block, leave 'em stretched out
Opp lurkin' 'til the morning
Talking soon the sun come in, nigga run in
Crack his dome in
Then we pull off in the SRT
That's my nigga Herm girl with me
Convicted felon rollin'
Smokin' all morning with another five
Years on my hip
These niggas hoes, I know it
Come around this way, we bound to show it
I'm in this bitch with killers and I see
They face and the whole city know it

Young nigga, OG demeanor
They don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
Skin is black (Shit, still nigga)
My skin is black (Still nigga) my
Young nigga, OG demeanor
They don't fuck with him
Rap nigga, trap nigga, lover boy, gang member
(Talk that) still nigga
(It's me, 4KTrey, fuck they talkin' 'bout?)
Still nigga

Haha, I'm fucked up
You heard me? I wasn't even 'posed
To come in here sweet, bitch
You made me sweet get it right on 'em