[Intro: Baka Not Nice] Murda on the beat so it's not nice!
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh Talk to my granddad and I always say I'm fine When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child Ten cars don't need no ride I ain't buyin' that shit no more, ooh Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul Got Jaz to bring me peace No, I don't need no extra hoes (Ooh-woo-ooh) Bleeding, your love admit I need it Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin that they sayin' they seen me Even though I don't give no fuck Cause if they saw me, I was beamin' .38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin' Niggas sayin' I brought my team in Fuck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and Send straight hollows through the scenery Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' since
[Verse 1] I can't be apart of your family Hate that bitch 'cause I see she's just like her daddy That ain't real at all, everyone got flaws Can't chance it, manage, ask for help and they ain't get involved Don't care at all, it's fuck the world and you can tell it all I'm a thug nigga, take pride in these drugs nigga (Oh, yeah) I don't fuck with fuck niggas You can count up how many I bust, nigga (They dead) Fill 'em up with slugs, nigga You could ask these hoes, I love different I ain't bringin' up no nigga, take your shit and you go thug with 'em Huh, she gon' go and fuck on one of 'em niggas like I give a fuck Get blues, I give her a clue like When you choose, make sure they rich as us Ha, or got more sticks than us For a fact, they ain't drawin' more blood than us These niggas won't be too much Tryna do too much, I ain't changin' up Old scary ass nigga gon' bring us up Pussy ass nigga, I ain't phasin' nothin' I ain't blood to you, so don't cuss me Five Old fake ass Pi', I'ma real deal blood I ain't stuntin' you, nigga, I wish you tried We gon' leave you dead inside this club Ol' wanna be hoe, you ain't my kind Plus ain't more slimier than my girl Lil Top the slimiest in the world I ain't takin' no lick behind no bitch It ain't 'bout my kids it ain't 'bout bein' rich Fuck what they say, you can suck my dick I done gave my all, just for my daughter My sons won't never need no clique Even though I wish I ain't exist, Momma look at all this shit I did Even though I wish I ain't exist, Momma look at all this shit I did Came out the slums, I ain't have shit They still gon' talk down on your kid
[Chorus] Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry, ooh Never again, I ain't seen in that shit in a while, ooh-woah-ooh Talk to my granddad and I always say I'm fine When I know I'm experiencin' the same pain as a child Ten cars don't need no ride I ain't buyin' that shit no more, ooh Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around, ooh Call Starr to get K3, my little boy gon' lift my soul Got Jaz to bring me peace No, I don't need no extra hoes (Ooh-woo-ooh) Bleeding, your love admit I need it Change locations, 'cause I'm sayin that they sayin' they seen me Even though I don't give no fuck Cause if they saw me, I was beamin' .38 with a built-in beam in, i8 on the interstate, speedin' Niggas sayin' I brought my team in Fuck around, gon' clear the whole scene, and Send straight hollows through the scenery Came up out of concrete and I been achievin' sinceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
