[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] My Lord, got a better understandin´, I´m not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease Remember them sayin´, "You´re weak, you´re beat, you´re slow, you´re sleep" (Yeah) From where they say they´ll see you later, then they die Losin´ my mind, I don´t wanna let ´em see me cry, oh, no Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] "Hey, sir", "How you doin´, young man?" "It was somethin´ kept tellin´ me for to come talk to you" And it seem like that it´s somethin´ ain´t goin´ right
Hitta´ smooth out my brother I miss my cousin nigga, I slept in a bed with ´em I´m missin´ dead niggas, ´cause you know I ran with ´em I keep my fam´ with me, ´cause you know I don´t fuck with niggas Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, poppin´ drugs, takin´ gasoline And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah Wit´ Lil Jordan tryna steal a forty, now my nigga dead Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day I hope that she can comprehend me
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again] My Lord, got a better understandin´, I´m not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease Remember them sayin´, "You´re weak, you´re beat, you´re slow, you´re sleep" (Yeah) From where they say they´ll see you later, then they die Losin´ my mind, I don´t wanna let ´em see me cry, oh, no Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry
[Quando Rondo] In the trenches, probably where I feel the safest at We´ve been broke up for a minute baby, take me back I´m too loaded out my mental, ain´t no shakin´ back
Two extensions in my rental, if he eighty racks High speed in the Banshee I done been to ten this week and that´s a damn shame Try to keep my mama off the street, but she so damaged It´s like my heart done skipped a beat, ´cause I´m so damaged (Mmm) I´m traumatized from homicides, new murder one, be the victim Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up C´s my nigga They got my dawg on house arrest, don´t wanna see beat the system I´m steady thinkin´ I´m gon´ die, that´s why I sleep with my pistol
[YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
My Lord, got a better understandin´, I´m not young no more From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they got a crease Remember them sayin´ "You´re weak, you´re beat, you´re slow, you´re sleep" (Yeah) From where they say they´ll see you later, then they die Losin´ my mind, I don´t wanna let ´em see me cry, oh, no Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry