YoungBoy Never Broke Again, OG 3Three Never Broke Again - Too Legit lyrics
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again, OG 3Three Never Broke Again - Too Legit lyrics]
(Yung Lan on the track, Vic on the beat)
Mark, you know
I ain’t got no direction when I be
You know, when I be doin' this shit
So I’ma just come from the
Blah, blah, slatt
Look, do me a favor, don’t do me no favor
I put my feelings on top of the table
Dash for some' and it’s under the table
On that bitch, the tool, I’m a fader
Think you the shit, but you not too legit
I know some shit that you never be sayin'
Fuck with her mind and I never be playin'
Feed her some shit, make her think I’ma man
Fuck with the pot and it’s comin' back tan
I went to school, ain’t attend in a band
2008, we was sellin' them grams
Fuckin' with Jarvis whenever he land
Start makin' music, no one gave a damn
Nobody knew me, but now I got fans
Never come through when I needed a hand
Ask me for somethin', when I give it, I laugh
At night, i can’t hold myself and you
Can’t provide for me
You know that I’m thuggin'
I don’t need no help
Know my niggas’ll ride for me
Know my niggas’ll die for me
On that block, put in time with me
You know that it’s fuck 'em
He say that it’s up
We gon' show you how to re rap a key
Jumped off the porch at seven
My auntie heroine sellin'
I got a strap at ten, wish it was a Mac-11
Want work? I do you in
Confessions of a felon
Didn’t Trump try an close the wall
That’s why I don’t fuck with the president
I’m hurt inside, homicidal thoughts
They run through my brain
Deep inside, I feel like "Fuck 'em", mayne
I’m goin' insane
We show now love, that get you killed
So check one to yo' brain
And everything we say is law, put
Some respect on my name, gang
Mark, you know
I ain’t got no direction when I be
You know, when I be doin' this shit
So I’ma just come from the
Blah, blah, slatt
Look, do me a favor, don’t do me no favor
I put my feelings on top of the table
Dash for some' and it’s under the table
On that bitch, the tool, I’m a fader
Think you the shit, but you not too legit
I know some shit that you never be sayin'
Fuck with her mind and I never be playin'
Feed her some shit, make her think I’ma man
Fuck with the pot and it’s comin' back tan
I went to school, ain’t attend in a band
2008, we was sellin' them grams
Fuckin' with Jarvis whenever he land
Start makin' music, no one gave a damn
Nobody knew me, but now I got fans
Never come through when I needed a hand
Ask me for somethin', when I give it, I laugh
At night, i can’t hold myself and you
Can’t provide for me
You know that I’m thuggin'
I don’t need no help
Know my niggas’ll ride for me
Know my niggas’ll die for me
On that block, put in time with me
You know that it’s fuck 'em
He say that it’s up
We gon' show you how to re rap a key
Jumped off the porch at seven
My auntie heroine sellin'
I got a strap at ten, wish it was a Mac-11
Want work? I do you in
Confessions of a felon
Didn’t Trump try an close the wall
That’s why I don’t fuck with the president
I’m hurt inside, homicidal thoughts
They run through my brain
Deep inside, I feel like "Fuck 'em", mayne
I’m goin' insane
We show now love, that get you killed
So check one to yo' brain
And everything we say is law, put
Some respect on my name, gang