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Artiste : YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Titre : Misguided
[NoCap]
(India Got Them Beats)
You said your girl India made this, right?

[Rojay]

I see ways in my diamonds, I´ma let them bitches see
I´ve been down for so long, like some years, and some weeks
You always was my option A, know it´s how it gotta be
Tat my name on your body, now, you don´t know me
It´s like you starin´ through a window, lookin´ outside when I´m sittin´ in
I´m come from nothing, now it´s Never Broke Again, no (No)
Oh-oh-oh-oh (Yeah)
I´m tryin´ to hold everything, Lord forgive me for my sins
Put my pain inside that pen
Writing songs on the road, goin´ states I´ve never been
On my way, it was gettin´ foggy, had to wipe off my lens

Well, I don´t wanna be like them, I don´t follow no trends (No, no)
Got to see my sister smile, I ain´t see that in a while
I ain´t gotta win no Oscar just to make my family proud
Runnin´ back, puttin´ concrete, puttin´ souls in the ground
I hate when bitch niggas come ´round and go to sniffin´ like some hoes

[Rojay]
Whole lotta sharks in that water (In that water), I´ma still swim (I´ma still swim)
Whole lotta shots, ain´t lack off, and I´ma still spin (Grrt, bah, bah)
I might my need my tenner, lil´ dawg, just to ride it

I don´t trust a GPS, don´t want to be misguided

[NoCap]
Everything I drop, a hit, I ain´t got no insurance
Nigga, know I keep that pistol, but I ain´t got a year in
Cup of lean and stickin´ jewellery, in the back of the Suburban
Our jeweller say that watch was fifty-thou, I told him, "I ain´t worried"
If love kill, then I´m tryna destroy the hate
They don´t believe that a nigga want better things
Bad bitches, and they come in all type of shapes
Bended Rucci-roovered roads and caught the race
Young nigga had a vision, had to shake them trenches

Tryna find out how to make a million in thirty minutes
Everybody want the fame ´til the hurts get in it
Ayy, everybody want the diamonds ´til the dirt get in it
Whenever I speak, boy, that´s cash talk
It´s an ego on the mic, it´s a trackhawk
And my bitch look like Risheeta, I gotta keep that heater
Even at my neighbor´s current frost
And my grandma hate I´m sad, I got it from my Dad
So I told her that it´s her fault
Ayy, this is no cap, thousand-dollar hats
I gotta stay away from Chrome Hearts

[Rojay]
Whole lotta sharks in that water (In that water), I´ma still swim (I´ma still swim)

Whole lotta shots, ain´t lack off, and I´ma still spin (Grrt, bah, bah)
I might my need my tenner, lil´ dawg, just to ride it
I don´t trust a GPS, don´t want to be misguided