Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Executive Producer
Birdman
Executive Producer
Max Merlin
Producer
Murda Beatz
Producer
Slim Pharaoh
Producer
Jason Goldberg
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Murda on the beat so it's not nice)
[Verse 2]
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry
Never again, I ain't seen that shit in a while
Talk to 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, oh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around
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)
[Verse 3]
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'
**** 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 4]
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 ****, take pride in these drugs, **** (Oh, yeah)
I don't fuck with fuck ****
You can count how many I bust, **** (They dead)
Fill 'em up with slugs, ****
You could ask these hoes, I love different
I ain't bringin' up no ****, take your shit and you go thug with 'em
Huh, she gon' go and fuck on one of 'em **** 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 **** won't be too much
Tryna do too much, I ain't changin' up
Old scary ass **** gon' bring us up
Pussy ass ****, 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, ****, 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
[Verse 5]
Thinkin' of back then when I seen my mama cry
Never again, I ain't seen that shit in a while
Talk to 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, oh
Get a driver for the week, that's how I float around
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)
[Verse 6]
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'
**** 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
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Shane Lindstrom