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PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Kaye Fox
Kaye Fox
Additional Vocals
Kevin Randolph
Kevin Randolph
Keyboards
Steve Wyerman
Steve Wyerman
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Bobby Seale
Bobby Seale
Songwriter
Thomas Callaway
Thomas Callaway
Songwriter
William Roberts
William Roberts
Songwriter
Willie Hutch
Willie Hutch
Songwriter
Ernest Wilson
Ernest Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Recording Engineer
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Jason "Cheese" Goldberg
Mixing Engineer
No ID
No ID
Producer
Ray Seay
Ray Seay
Mixing Engineer
Dee Brown
Dee Brown
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Eddie Hernandez
Eddie Hernandez
Recording Engineer
Rob Kinelski
Rob Kinelski
Recording Engineer
Carlos Echeverri
Carlos Echeverri
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Graham Marsh
Graham Marsh
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Intro]
You ain't scarin' me talkin' murder, my life been at the end
Palermo by myself in a brand new Benz
New Benz
It's Top, ****
[Verse 1]
Prayin' to my hollow, finally caught the bitch face
It ain't much that I can say, I been thinkin' 'bout Vea
Same bitch back in the day, I ain't got that much taste
Pray to see me under lights, I thought to buy me a Wraith
Don't even give a clown a thought, I had to clear out my safe
Real **** playin' ball, they fuck with 4KTrey
Catch you goin' inside the tunnel, better watch what you say
Long legs, I leave you dead, better not miss trainin' one day
Know Miss Tina probably sayin', "This piece of shit with my daughter"
I won't argue 'cause I know that soon I'll probably be slaughtered
Biggest snake from out of Florida, I ain't never record her
Knew that Stunna never loved him, he should have listened to Carter
Who wanna do somethin' with The 5? They know I put shit in order
Try once too many times, we tear your show up with .40s
Might as well fuck around with Starr than my new bitch who disloyal
Have a baby with this new chick, I'm just thinkin' 'bout Coya
Pit bull with tiger stripes, you ain't foolin' nobody
Please don't touch your body, that is not exotic
Go and tell 'em that I'm lyin', I got nineteen bodies
Damn, my wife just seen me cryin', my life too erratic
My life too erratic
[Verse 2]
I respect a gangster, I don't want your bitch
They don't respect a gangster, like it don't exist
Blame my Uncle J, he who turned me to this
Victim of my ways, ain't no turnin' from this
Blowin' my strap several ways, ain't no runnin' from this
Put my brothers in the grave, knew it comin' to this
Dirty motherfucker, cum in every chick
Plannin' for my grave, I've been takin' every risk
Injection in my arms, this the final fuckin' stick
I'm too up, ****, that I'm fucked
Don't nobody got no love
[Chorus]
To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me, why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I cry tattoo tears of war
[Verse 3]
I'm off Chippewa, still get in a stolen car
Load up and I shoot at boys, fuck 'em, I don't know them ****
Ridin' inside a Maybach writin' music, I'ma show you ****
Herm cryin' in my face, now I got to show a ****
If you die today, gotta make sure I throw Tay a million
Rich, it ain't the greatest feelin', still battlin' with the system
Say I'm gay because my nails, I took your ho, I know the feelin'
Nail you to a cross, Jesus steppin' in my fucking Yeezy's
Prayed inside a 'Claren, you ever say I'm lyin', they won't believe me
Huntin' on my land, I'm just hopin' that the law don't see me
[Verse 4]
Shook back after every fuckin' loss, still, I can't compare to Ross
Fuck explainin' how I was raised, ****, I'm just stickin' to what I was taught
Pussy ass ****, fuck you
[Verse 5]
Bangin' at you bitches till your head fall off
Claimin' that you rich until the feds expose all y'all
Serve you then I stick you, BBG said all of y'all
Locked me out the door, but I can hear y'all **** all loud
Sippin' and I'm laughin' till I hear that choppa sound off
Five million dollars, put everybody on my roll call
Seventy thousand dollars missin', stolen by my roll dog
Boozilla, should I zip the bitch? First he was your roll dog
I ain't lying to my wife, she ain't tried me, I took her clothes off
Sherhonda know I love her, but cuss her because my soul gone
I begged her for to move when I told her I'm getting rolled on
I'm addicted like my cousin Meechy, I get my roll on
All these fucking cars, can't drive, I keep my feelings disguised
Scared to vent to Yaya, but I could talk to my guys
Floyd against me, he the only reason that I stopped tryin'
We 'posed to all be aligned, I keep my head in the sky
[Chorus]
To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me, why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I cry tattoo tears of war
[Verse 6]
Last night, I cried tears of war
Murdered you bitches, I deserve this
Workin' for a murderer, I know security heard this
Every dog has his day, I told my wife, "They gon' do me dirty"
Fuck it, bitch
They gon' do me dirty
I ain't scared to bleed
Fuck 'em and they statements, all these things I'll achieve
Never satisfied, I'm still livin' in my greed
Mansion in the sky, plannin' murders with my brother B
My uncle always told me, "You claimed that, you gotta be"
Pussy ****, run up on me
Know Quando love me, put your ass six feet
Tryna give my love but my heart belong to the streets
Stolen by a girl, I admit that I'm fuckin' weak
I'm fuckin' weak
Argue with Jason, and it end with "I love you"
Argue with my brother, prolly end with "I'ma pluck you"
Last visit from 3Three, it end with a scuffle
Want me for to change, but I'm caught up and I'm thuggin'
Fuck it, I don't owe nobody nothin'
[Chorus]
To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me, why, oh, why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I cry tattoo tears of war
[Chorus]
To all the slimes in the streets that died
At least they still could see me shine
My God, why someone wants to leave me, why oh why?
Confessin' like they read my mind
I wish they could read my mind
My God, I'm scarred, I cry tattoo tears of war
Written by: Bobby Seale, Ernest Wilson, Kentrell Gaulden, Thomas Callaway, William Roberts, Willie Hutch
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