Young Boy Never Broke Again - AI YoungBoy 2 Album Lyrics

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Carter Son

You're a Genius McFly
AI
It's the carters son
Turn me up a lil

Picture me new 3D denim I'm city rollin (rollin)
But did I mention this my own clothes
The f*ck you mean
Made nigga bought me own rollie
But if them crackers pull me over they gon say I stole it
4 mornin we on it
I went bought two S trophies
My father left my sis and bros to them I feel I owe it
But let's not be heroic
Cause everybody roguish
They don't want us to totin guns but they let the f*ckin killas tote it
Let's take a ride and see tho
Where them people be tho
Colt.45 they gripped his iron bought this bitch from kasino
Soprano no soprino
We live life like Yung Bino
Had a show in Bimo after that post on the block with Chino (imma hustlin mothef*cka)
Look for a star on every hunnid c note
I'm the top on youtube
F*ck a new school ion use no b votes
These niggas round me they to cruel
They bust tools
And die for me tho
I don't pay money for no life
The murder pay off me so

Came out alright
But I'm black and from the life I can't see tho (nawfside, in the field, 4kt bitch)
Got juveniles on the block 30 stick hangin out the Glock
Bandanna tied round the clip
And they go all out for me tho

Sucked all the pain up
Let's f*ck the game up
Plenty niggas on the block pushin that rock (Mr.Carters Son)
You got yo change up
They brought yo name up
When it's war we wet they block
And when it's set this shit'll never be pain
I can't say I'm f*cking with all this evolving
These niggas ain right and they ballin
I don't give a f*ck (no)
I call up Osama my papa
Like load up and come and rob all them (rob all them)
Venezuela be there later
My first trip to Georgia made us
So keep play with that bitch
Double G NBA native
I wish baptism could've saved us
Never bunk until the grave in
Excuse ourself knock on the tables
I make her pussy bite the pain
I can't say I'm f*cking with all this evolving
These niggas ain right and they ballin
I don't give a f*ck (no)
I call up Osama my papa
Like load up and come and rob all them

Came out alright
But I'm black and from the life I can't see tho
Got juveniles on the block 30 stick hangin out the Glock
Bandanna tied round the clip
And they go all out for me tho

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Time I'm On

Three, man
Dubba-AA flexin'
AI
Louie Bandz made another one
I ain't never did that, nah
Why you acting like that? Nah
I do this shit 'cause shit, I just be in my own world
This is the sound

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't walk up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them

Nigga try and I'ma blow him right on the scene
Nigga check how I been flexin' with these hundreds in my jeans
I been trying to shake back, I been loaded off that lean
Tryna come up with a plan, I ain't throwed off as I seem
I'm in Cali at the studio and hoes running in and out
No more sleeping on Montana couch with a chopper somewhere close around
I been living good on my own, I ain't no baby now
I got platinum plaques around the house
I be high, I ain't worried 'bout y'all

I drink codeine, my cup on the dirty to relax
Smoking hella weed, loaded, I just bought another pack
Don't run up on me, clutchin', you might walk into that strap
These hoes be on me 'cause they know all these other niggas cap
Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them

I ain't sit around, motherf*ck what they make, I done went that way
I don't play, hundred rounds, hundred racks on your brain, young niggas go rampage
This a new Maybach seat, go back more space, right between us, an ice tray
Audemar rose gold, I don't know what the time say, new piece that Shine made
Walkin' 'round with racks on me, motherf*ck if it's flashy
I come straight up out the street, ain't no pretending, no acting
I don't blame no one for my struggle, I still f*ck with my daddy
I'm still thuggin', high as f*ck, ridin' 'round, toting ratchets

Out late night with Three, ma, I ain't comin' home
I been tryna make it through the headphones
You see me when I came in, I was all alone
Now nobody understand the type of time I'm on

Four choppers in the coupe, me and my bro 'nem
Catch him, run down on him, we gon' put it on him
Everybody ridin', bullets flyin', niggas dyin', we gotta show them
These bitch ass niggas done stole him, and we don't even know them

This is the sound

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Hot Now

Beat Execs
Guwap
Marcus, you killin' the beat
Keep up, I like it, drive me all insane
Niggas want to test us,.45 sidekick
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain

Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down (That plan)
Play that money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now

Get shorty on them Xans, she get to spinnin' like a lighthouse
I'm walkin' through the mall, I'm tryna figure what the hype 'bout
Dumb lil' nigga I ain't with' the talkin', you get piped down
Shorty trya to f*ck, I told her "Hurry and said pull up"
She said, "Where you get yo' car? 'Cause I like it"
I say, "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
She say "Why you totin' that gun? I rather you jus' fight"
'Cause the day I put it down be the day I'm outta luck
Bitch give me the recipe, this shit gettin' the best of me
I need a beat through the headphones
This money it ain't shit to me, yo' bitch'll dig a ditch for me
Plus we'll blast you in your shit with that chrome
I pulled out, dropped out loaded geeked, bitch, don't come approach the heat
Don't focus, nigga, what the f*ck you on? (What you on bro?)
200, 000 in the bag on me, Fortnite is the last release
Got the nerve to still be dissin' in they songs, they ain't even on

Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down (That plan)
Play that money, bitch, come on my land, see what I got now
She said, "Where you get yo' car? 'Cause I like it"
I say, "That's funny, it don't cost that much"
Niggas wanna test us,.45 sidekick
I hope these f*ck niggas came with some luck
Keep up, I like it, drive me all insane
Niggas want to test us,.45 sidekick
You can try to cuff, I let it up and bust your brain

Mm, ah
Choppas out, many men, blatt, blatt
Baby girl I need that fan 'cause I'm hot now
Broke ass niggas with that plan, they get shot down

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Seeming Like It

Ear Drummers
Mike WiLL Made-It
Past tense futuristic, they'll never get it
I wished for this not knowing what it'd be worth by the time I get it
Thought drugs would make me love you harder but you still ain't feel it
This ain't 'bout fiends, this ain't 'bout critics, this about how I'm livin'
(Talk to 'em)

No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better (Yeah)
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah

Youngin in the drop-top
Swerving lane to lane, what a dirty game, yeah
With an eight ball of the H, you tryna serve somethin'
His lil' nigga flagged him down, tryna tell him that he heard somethin'
He ain't take that too well, by tonight, he gotta murk somethin'
He pulled out, bled the block
Left the bend and cocked his Glock
He wanna leave the city, he just need enough of guap, yeah
This shit'll never end, help you understand, I'd rather not
I'll blow they brains with the aroma comin' out this pot (Dope)
Career dirty, took a bath, came out diamonds dancing
Shawty bad, I can't be with her, right now I can't chance it
4KTrey, I run with killers, this shit real, ask 'em (4KTrey)
You can't say that that shit fake if everybody sayin' it

No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah

Bring them bags in
My nigga weigh it up and then I'm clockin' out
Pharmaceuticals, I got them pounds, we got H and all
One hundred, you can ask Lil Harris, Chevy, I'ma break it off
Or go ask Famgoon 'bout your face, I'll try to take it off
Better play your role, don't break the law
Flame'll be the last thing you saw
We built this shit together, we can't fall
Swear I ain't gone for the bros, I ain't helped no more who been caught
Just send D-Dawg money but I ain't happy he still ain't call
As time flow, I can't cope through the scope
I'ma aim, take the brains off a f*ck nigga
Calm down, they thinking I'm lame but my nuts bigger
It runnin' all through my veins, blood of a thug nigga, yeah

No matter which way it go
Time flow, as we come, as we leave
We come back with another one, they'll never know (Yeah)
What they see, got 'em blind, on my knees
In disguise, I can't take it
They say it's gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it
They say my problems gon' get better
But it ain't seeming like it, it ain't seeming like it, yeah

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Self Control

Drum Dummie
CashMoneyAP
DJ Swift on the track

I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now"�what"�you sayin'?
You don't"�wan' take it there, don't go"�there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'

When my grandma died, I had to beat the odds and it wasn't easy
When Boozilla died, I almost lost my mind, broke me to pieces
We was slangin' iron for Dump and all the rest, it ain't no secret
38 across my neck, we be them boys you don't want beef with
Smokin' dro, smell it when I hit the door, 'cause I need it
I ain't the one, these pussy niggas know I be fiendin'
I bought the car with diamonds 'round my throat, bitch, I'm beamin'
I don't think no nigga can't see me, I be paranoid while I'm leanin'

Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'
I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all

Whole lot of racks on these VV's
I'm so slime, on this Glock, got a green beam
Got a whole lot of people that need me
Bust your head all over the right thing
I ain't got nothin' but a dub and a Black Card up inside my Ami' jeans
I just want head, can't f*ck in a bed, it's just some things don't excite me
Testin' your gun inside of the backyard, let it hit, get your aim up
My youngin official, he wait in yor backyard, and I call him the bang thug
Wake up in the morning, get fresh as a bitch, I'ma walk in the 'yo in some Margielas
And the way we gon' dump at the boy with the stick, I'ma finish him off with a four nickel
I be thinkin' 'bout Dump all over the time, this shit just don't feel right
I don't go to no club, I be takin' these drugs, ridin' and keepin' that steel tight
Every night 'fore I sleep, I think 'bout the North Side where I grew up, no ho type
Play, I put you to sleep before you could see (Bitch)
Pull up where you be and it's on sight

I'ma leave it with what I came here for, now what you sayin'?
You don't wan' take it there, don't go there with us, nah
Walked in with a Styrofoam cup with plenty racks off in my hands
And we ain't come here for to lose, we want it all
Smokin' dro 'cause I need it
So I could be calm instead of dangerous when you see me
You niggas know we quick to let it blow for any reason
Kick down your door, post up on your front porch, and we ain't leavin'

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Make No Sense

Buddah Blessed this beat

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f*cking neck, cost like four bricks (Ohh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks (Ahh)
It make no sense (Yeah)
It make no sense (Uh)
It make no sense (Goddamn)
It make no sense
It make no sense (Nah uh)
It make no sense (Ay ay YoungBoy)
It make no sense (Nahh)
It make no sense

I could hit it, I could whip it
I could bag it, I could stash it
I could trap out like a motherf*cker
And you know me, bitch, I just bought another.30 burner (Burner)
I whip too hard, so I got Ike and Meech, got Tina Turner (Whippin hard)
It don't make sense, I'm not alright, bitch I'll put you under
Ain't cut too much, I got that shit that make them tweak, like damn
Can't be in front the trap too much, the world know who I am (I am)
This shit ain't sweet, who close to me, I see them hate, like damn
All I know, get that money, still gon' be the one to slay 'em
Like nigga, uh
Nigga, nigga, bitch
Nigga, bow, with my jewelry, F*ck that jewelry

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f*cking neck, cost like four bricks (Ohh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks (Ahh)
It make no sense (Yeah)
It make no sense (Uh)
It make no sense (Goddamn)
It make no sense
It make no sense (Nah uh)
It make no sense (Ay ay YoungBoy)
It make no sense (Nahh)
It make no sense

4KTrey, BoB, I been that bitch you know it's me
Tell them niggas I say f*ck em'
These hoes ain't shit they want my cash so I never love em'
I flash and beat a nigga ass with this.50 above him
On TV I could tell my youngin hit em' with the cutter (Motherf*ck a nigga)
There's a boy real nigga blessed him with that boy, he say yeah-eh
He out the eight you play he shoot you in yo face (Northside)
Bullets flying, back to back bitch when we ride
I'm convicted but issa issue I slide 'fore I slide
Die today, before they say pussy niggas die 'fore I die (Slime)

I feel like I'm Gucci Mane in 2006
All these diamonds, dancing on my f*cking neck, cost like four bricks (Ohh)
And the way that I be toting on that strap, don't make no sense
He a million dollar nigga but be posted in the bricks (Ahh)
It make no sense (Yeah)
It make no sense (Uh)
It make no sense (Goddamn)
It make no sense
It make no sense (Nah uh)
It make no sense (Ay ay YoungBoy)
It make no sense (Nahh)
It make no sense

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Rich As Hell

17
D-Roc

I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

Get it and bring it, I flip it
You know how I get it, I know some hard layers
I can speak that work and talk that work
I leave it scarred and pale
Presser, I got solids on that semi, bust your head for real (Presser)
Give me head and then I flip or get that dick for real
Ballin', my niggas haulin'
Niggas be talkin' and I catch 'em walkin'
I do this often, f*ck it, I off 'em
Know that I got 'em, you know I'ma stalk 'em
F*ck his fam, I pick his coffin
Catch who bad? Bitch, I doubt it
I got youngins wanna off 'em
All this smoke, it got me coughin'
MAC's-11, I be steppin', bitch, I'm reckless, I'm dumb
Catch you wrestling in your section with that Wesson, you slumped
I got bro on top, ain't tell through a message, we come
We hang guns with them drums, Draco sounding like a bomb
Yeah, you talk that shit, I'm with it, hmm
Watch how quick I whip it
I go Shmurda with them glizzies
I got murder on my tension
I got black on top my lenses
I got straps inside that Bentley
You wan' play, I make you feel it
Come your way, make sure you get it

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't talk loud, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

Whip that bitch out and she lick it
Check how a nigga be kickin'
I got cases pending, I got THC, it's liquid
If I point, them youngins hit it
I got bitches throwin' up Billy, Blood
I got problems, really, I piss out red inside the tub
Choppin' it
Run her a song, she follow that
Smoking strong, a pressure pack inside my bag, got big racks
She took the Roxies out her pocket, told that bitch don't sniff that
'Cause bitch, I'ma kick you out, you know that we ain't with that
I put that strap in her mouth, bitch
I thought I told you don't talk, bitch
I don't care 'bout what they talkin', f*ck her best friend, bitch, I'm rich
F*ck your man man, ho, I'm lit
Plus my whole clique full of pits
I go put on Fendi pants
Thot, your dad can't drip like this

Bitch, I trap out like Griselda, hollows, I mail 'em
Mojo with my celly, police walk in, I won't tell 'em
Talkin' on my celly with this bitch who came from Heaven
Stutter in my precious, I got uh-uh in my mansion

I gotta bring it
Any time and however you want it
Late at night and I can't sleep
I'm staying up, I'm tossing, turning
That's them bodies from my temper creeping on me
That's from me cuttin' 'em off and being home all by my lonely
Bricks and bales
I prefer that chopper, it's gon' kiss you and won't never tell
I can cook that dope just like a worker, you can ask VL
Look and I can eyeball, I don't eyeball, I don't need a scale
Plenty money, but I'm still thuggin', this the rich as hell

17
D-Roc

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Slime Mentality

I need to talk to Mike Lowrey
Hello?
This is Mike Lowrey
I'm runnin' and I'm runnin' yeah (Dubba-AA Flex)
Uh, my mama slime, my sister slime, My brother slime
My daddy slime, yeah he slime (Louie Bandz made another one)
Ayy, how you wanna do it?
How you wanna do it nigga? (I'm in here)
Ayy 4K Trey, Free D-Dawg
I'm on that same shit, ain't nobody safe (This is the sound)
Let's Go!

Boom bow, pussy bitch don't try to run now
F*ck nigga ain't have his head on
I'ma make sure that these niggas hear me through they headphones
I've been cooling but these pussy bitches, just won't leave me 'lone
Crack you in ya shit just to see what's on yo mind
I'm Youngboy, YB Kayla with me, yeah she slime
Police on my ass gotta watch the way I'm slidin'
He acting hype, I slime him down to ease his mind
Yeah, I pull up acting in a 4-door
You would think my niggas with me in this bitch, but boy I'm solo
And Meechie in the south but still would come and kick yo front door
Broke geekin' out that south but wilding out, bitch if you don't know
I'm telling you niggas, I drop a bag just to finish you niggas
He think it's done, but that's his ass, I'm gon' get rid of you niggas
At a show or anything bitch we gon' hit at you niggas
I want them all that's on my dawg, Bitch we gon' get at you niggas
Peep your block and try to catch a nigga outside
I'm thuggin' for real, I tell ya' bitch I cross the low line, I'm 'bout mine, let's slang iron
Three run down with that Glock 9, muthaf*ck if they clutchin'
They all in trouble I'ma buss mine

Hold on, grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
Muthaf*cka who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look

Pull on side him, dump a hunnid in a car (Boom bow)
Catch you slippin', then you ain't gon' see tomorrow (Uh-uh)
This for dump behind, him we dyin' hard
I go by top, get out yo top, I draw the sword
Everybody in here slimming with a nigga
There ain't no shit, they don't want no problem with a nigga
These hoes ain't shit, I put a Remy on a pillow
Mention an opp, I tell her stop until it build up (Bitch, dumb)
Bro just wrote me in a message and I read it, what it said?
Jose up you about your ex and then he dead
I'm banging green but I get mad and leave out red
I been that nigga, you gon get that through your head
Bitch, yeah

Grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah ('Cause you gon' die)
Muthaf*cka who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit, I'm slime
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who they round
'Cause we gon get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch
Check out my murder man dance, look

Grew up in the fire, huh
He came out of slime, huh
He don't wanna talk 'cause you gon' die, yeah (You gon' die)
Don't give a f*ck 'bout who come behind, huh
'Cause bitch we slinging iron, huh
Take his ass up top like high five, yeah
Don't give a f*ck about who you call, or who come out of town
The city know we step on shit
And I don't care who they round
'Cause we gon' get them all
We ain't the ones to rep on bitch

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Head Blown

Super E
D-Roc (I don't even know what I'm doin')

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown

Head blown straight up out of the system
Made nigga on the block with them killers
On go, gorillas, everybody official
Tricking bad, if he fall, I'ma lift him
If you loyal to me, I'm one hundred right back
If you want him domed, for a fact, I'ma clip him
I was down bad, I ain't blame no one, nigga
Since you using me, bitch, stay goin' to the fitted
D-Dawg in a cell, every time that he call, pick up right away
Ned up in jail from that boy, free Choppa Boy and RIP Dave
On god, these niggas ain't playin' my way
He could buck and run up and get shot in his face
I can see that they fake and them niggas be hatin'
You get put in position to knock out your placements, bitch

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown

I just pulled up and I hopped out on the curb
Bitch, I'm grippin', you probably slippin', what's the word?
I ain't goin' right now, I don't give a f*ck 'bout what you heard
I up this bitch and go to shooting you stuck-up nerds (Knock him back)
I got out of my sack, I can't f*ck up the bag
I'ma run up a check, I'ma never relax
I be keeping it cool, I ain't none of them dudes
You gon' run off on who and get shot in your back
If you play, you get boos, I was just on the news
For some stupid lil' shit, I ain't trippin' on that
When they said they want smoke, how I'm 'posed to react?
But they know that it's up and I'm stickin' to that
Bought a Rollie for her and bought one for my son
I'm a factor, relapse, now I'm ready to run
If I pull up, these pussy ass niggas gon' run
But they can't get away when I strike with this gun
Drop a bag in a minute, they drop and get sonned
Sippin' on lean and I'm smoking red Runtz
Osama one hundred, I call him, he come
Plus he a vet, he gon' go get it done

Okay, I'm geeked, I need a beat
Come from the streets, stay with that heat
Full of that lean, young nigga toting fully loaded
I'm shooting if I hear a peep
I ain't with the f*ckery, I'm a real G
They know that it's up but ain't out of they reach
Shawty wan' f*ck with me real bad
So I started with head, I make her go deep
I just dropped off the top on a Lambo
I just hit the pawn shop, upgrade my ammo
I put big diamond rocks on top my Hublot
You see I'm loaded but ain't slippin', get your head blown

---

Ranada

Yung Lan on the track
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one

Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub
You something else, you don't know what to do with yourself
You grown, you don't need no help, my love is too heartfelt
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite

I hit you up, you said don't call you, that was hurtful
I guess I figure after all I deserve you, hold up
Been a thug, I swear I did not mean to hurt you
But look who we are, look what we built, now they can't search you
Accept all the pain up, it come to a C
Swear I can't wait to take you somewhere over the seas
Waitress gon' wait the table, during it, I be pouring up lean
Watching Mexico, Narcos while I'm rubbing your feet

She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (Eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada

Got a brand new pendant, I think I paid over for it
I'm starting to think that I pay over for your love
I'm fresh as hell, yeah, that's your loss, I ain't no scrub
I was falling in love with you, I ain't take you as no dub
You something else, you don't know what to do with yourself
You grown, you don't need no help, my love is too heartfelt
But I just wanna wrap you up and hold you in my arms for the night
You been gone for so long, let's celebrate that we unite

Put a Patek on your arm, it brought tears to your eyes
That wasn't a gift, that was some shit to make it right, damn
Met up this morning but I'm still feeling like
Oh, you don't want me? I'm not perfect, I should die, damn
L, loyalty, love, love life
O, oh, I'm that nigga that they don't like
V, I be that nigga that's overtime
E, everyday life, we livin' life
Now take off, 'cause shawty bad, we livin' fast
And you can't tell her for to give up somethin' you never had

She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (Eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada
She a real rough rider, let me get behind her
Put this dick inside her and she just want my title
I make her eat a Perc', f*ck her, shawty a survivor (Eat it up)
She a hood queen and her name is Ranada

---

Lonely Child

Pipe that shit up TNT
I just wanna be loved
D-Mac on the f*ckin' track
Don't nobody understand me though
Tahj Money
The way I came in the game, the image that I had put out
They wouldn't expect me to have feelings
Know it probably don't seem like it
That's why they talk about me like I ain't human, But we all is
But I'm still being me, I'm still in the streets, and I'm still thuggin'
Till them niggas put me under
That's how we livin', that's how we going out, you hear me? Open yo' mouth

I say mama I'm so sorry
I got ice burn where my heart at
On the road where I had it hard at
How I'm chosen? I'm so heartless, so-so heartless
I ain't on my age, he was sixteen they killed Lil Dave
Mind in a rage, I'm way too young to feel this pain
I ain't know how to fade, but I dove in 'cause I'ma a mane
I love that girl to death, as we get old our feelings change
I pay for therapy, because my thoughts ahead of me
They keep on draggin' me, I play for keeps, they scared of me
I cannot barely, can barely sleep or even breathe
I cannot hold on, without you on-side of me
I never knew this fame, would take the ones I love from 'way from me
I wanna see Kacey bad, but I can't seem to call Nene
Go in with no pen and pad, I got this shit right on my sleeve
Right now my candle burning wax and it feels like it's burnin' me

I'm a lonely child, who wants someone to help him out (Oh, oh, oh, ah ah)
Take this pain away, this pain away, because my head been runnin' wild-wild

I fell in love with Kayln, without even knowin' this bitch done snaked me
I'm missin' Yaya daily, the one who don't make me feel basic
Happiness I'm chasin', while killers behind me tryna bank me
You don't know what I'm feelin', or what I'm thinkin' and you can't change me
I miss my f*ckin' daddy, I've been callin' Montana my father
Times been gettin' harder
I came from nothing now bitch I'm royal
I call Monique my momma, but lord knows I need Sheronda
Ion' need no commas, I'm feeling like I'm going under
My Paw-paw getting old, and once he gone I'm on my own
Right now I'm all alone, I pray that grandma keep me strong
Can't even leave my home, my bracelet beeping plus I'm down
I just want be gone, my sons straight my money long
Tell me what you feelin', I hope that I can help you out
My youngins' in that north, I pray that y'all gone make it out
These bitches comin' round, and they don't even like my songs
I'll burn up the town, before them big gas buss my dome
I wish that I can hear dump say waddup lil' brother one more time
We killing shit and plus we dying
I'm gone go out about my brother, f*ck this charge I slang that iron
Before he go and I don't ride

I'm just a lonely child, who wants someone to help him out (Oh, oh, oh, ah, ah)
Take this pain away, this pain away
Because my head been running wild
I'm just a lonely child, who needs someone to help him out (Oh, oh, ah, ah)
Take this pain away, my pain away
Because my thoughts been running wild

Oh
Oh lord
I need some help because my life been real hard
The way I approached the game it seem that I'm hard
But I got feeling too just like a lil' boy
Oh lord

On Grandma baby

---

Gang S**t

Ayy, free D-Dawg
Ayy, 4KTrey
Bitch ass nigga, ayy, ain't nobody, ain't nobody safe
Northside 38, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

Taliban, I get a bitch to make 'em buy the iron
He got them, nothin' but convicted felons off of my end
Dive in, I promise after that you gon' get shot then
Green flags in matte black Range Rovers and green FN's
I ain't them dudes, bitch, you gon' pop who? Oh, you should try then
Bitch, I be that nigga cock it back and go to firin'
I'm bustin', no discussion, after that, you hear them sirens
Came in buckin', that shit turnt us up, then people end up dying
Feelin' good, I got drugs in my body
Lookin' for me, come and see me in the back 'cause I ain't hidin'
Cut up, don't try to stop me, bitch, I see you watchin'
Make my shooter kill a nigga, then whack the bitch who drivin'

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

She gon' pop the cat for me and make it act bipolar
She was in the bed, nigga get to clappin', Leave her rollin' over
Back to back, I stab it, I was leanin' started dreamin', dozin'
You know what I mean, off them beans tryna bend it over
You showin' off your gun, well nigga, pop it then
I ain't sharin' none of my hundreds out my pocket, friend
What you on, say you drove? Need to stop it then
With them tools, I make blues, blow this like a harmonica
Say you gon' stamp me, put yo mammy on that front row
I go to blappin' where you standin' with that Draco
These niggas some hoes, your best interest is to lay low
You say it's up so I catch you, bitch, I'ma knock your f*ckin' face low
On gang, nigga

Gang shit, blow your brain, bitch, who you playin' with?
Pistols get to sparkin', do no talkin', get your mans hit
Them gunners go to tweakin', pop your top, that be that kill switch
That shit you talkin' phony, run up on me, you get killed, bitch
Uh, uh, bangin' 4KTrey, oh, she a slime bitch?
Plus she got some tricks that's up her sleeve that blow your mind, shit
When it come to me, she never scared, she bust that fire quick
Hold on, bitch, I really been that, I ain't tryin'

---

Rebel's Kick It

Wheezy outta here
Ain't no goin' back, my nigga Wheezy on the track
Yeah
Yeah

Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, f*ck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, f*ck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

I'm with some hoes more realer than these niggas, and that's a fact
I'm with my bros more triller than these bitches, understand that
Youngin from the slums and he don't wanna tote no pistol, we ain't heard of that
I'ma let him play it, we coming from a pencil, he don't know 'bout a trap, nah
Get trapped in f*cking with these hoes, she just want a baby
More deep into life, he worried 'bout his goals, she think it's crazy
All through the night, back to back hearin' them poles, this shit amazing
In his hood, he don't see no greatness, he gon' grow or let it faze him
Nigga fade him
Got some OG's in the hood gon' ride 'bout him
They like that he keep his head in them books so they won't let you slime 'bout him
Police probably slide on him
Only for to see if he got that fire on him
But youngin ain't gettin' that, he ain't feelin' that
So he learned to hide on 'em
Now let me tell you that I'm a different breed
Had my first baby at 16, no Plan B, I had one dream
And it was something like Luther King, wanted for to keep the peace but couldn't
Turned 17, 'fore you knew it, me and Ben was hopping from out of bushes
At them bitch ass niggas
Shit, you gon' die or you gon' take one? Nigga, what's your answer?
You up that fire, you better break one, nigga, what's the hassle?
Still to this day, I'm on FaceTime talkin' with the pastor
Like is they with me or against me, probably want me splattered

Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it

What you thinkin' 'bout, what you hearin' 'bout? I'ma see about it, nigga (I'm with you)
You got twenty on that nigga head, then make it forty, nigga
Shit, you know me still on dummy, I'll put a hundred, nigga
For to see you smile, I risk my life, that's on my mama, nigga
You was with me at rock bottom, nigga, I ain't forget it
When I wanted to slide, they ain't wan' drive me, nigga, and you was with it
When I was hollerin', "Who want problems?" You was holdin' up your semi
I kept on sayin' I'ma burn this bitch down, you was tellin' me, "Let's get it"

My day one, you my brother
And I love you to death
I'll never go against you
I ain't never put anything before you
Not these diamonds, not this money
Or neither these hoes, whatever goes

Can I take a minute for to tell you how I'm living? Yeah
I'd rather show you, f*ck the critics, I'ma try leave out the killing
Young nigga pull up in that Bentley with no head
This a motion picture from the trenches, check how a nigga kick it
For a lil' big benji, pop out, get wheelied, yeah
Whole lot of big benjis, f*ck 'round, I spend it, yeah
Strapped down, I'm with it, f*ck 'round and I hit it, yeah
Sending God my wishes, still got some pending, yeah

Yeah, Wheezy laid the beat
I'm slimeball for real
I spin it, yeah

---

Outta Here Safe

(feat. Quando Rondo and NoCap)

Beat Execs
Marcuss, you killing the beat

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
And you don't wan' do it that way
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah

And you knowin' how we get it, keep a pistol, official, we all came out of the trenches
Man, we need dawg out the system, you forever my nigga, we all been caught as victims
Since a youngin, you been grippin', I got money and flip 'em whenever I hold position
When my nigga fell, lift him, kept it real 'cause I'm gifted
We makin' our own decisions
We really don't need no warpaint
Shawty so bad, she gon' cause pain
New Rolls Royce or a big big truck, they all drive the same
Hate snakes in the yard so the grass stay cleared
To these niggas, I'm out of range
We boarding on private planes
Bring a stick if anything

If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
And you don't wan' do it that way
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah

[NoCap:]
Like the opps, girl, if it's smoke, we gotta get it straight
Since a young boy, I been walkin' 'round with a .38
Ayy, disaster on my wrist, that shit flooded
You see my cup, you see my stick, both of them dirty
Feelin' like Drake, I'm straight out the 6
Not talkin' a back, boy, I come out the bricks
If I tell you it's up, nigga, that's what it is
Not sprayin' your mama, not sprayin' your kids
Codeine got my vision blurry, but I'm rockin' Moncler
Free massages from these hollow tips, it's free to see how guns feel

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
If me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
And you don't wan' do it that way
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah

[Quando Rondo:]
And you knowin' that I'm with it, pistol grippin'
Spinner tempt me, tryna kill an opp
Leaky callin' from a prison like he miss me
Forever my dawg that made it far
I want all my children crippin', f*ck the politician
Trench living, we gon' break the law
Bitch, I stand on Nation business, go against us, it's up
These niggas know we don't play at all
Ain't nobody really safe at all
Off-White drip, they gon' try to drain
I need a bitch from the trenches in heels
Let's see if they f*ck the same, hey
I like her better in Christan Loub' heels
I know they won't love the same
Tryna kill a victim, niggas slide with aim
Two different opps, they gon' die the same
I need a bitch wanna get matching glizzies
Who gon' hide all the Percs and the weed in her titties
Take a pic with the fans, I'ma throw up the city
Make her count up the bands while I ride 'round the city
My lil' shooter gon' up when I say, he the sickest
I don't f*ck with no ... them niggas be bitches
If me and my niggas come to your party
You might get hit with a hundred and fifty

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
Me and my niggas come to your party, we bangin' or murkin' somebody
I'm with some hoes who don't mind beating a bitch, everyone of 'em 'bout it
I'm with them hitters who packin' them pistols, I swear every one of 'em got it
Numerous bitches who wanna get laid, swear every one of 'em exotic
And you don't wan' do it that way
You won't make it out of here safe
I see you niggas muggin' but that shit ain't nothin'
Bet a nigga gon' die with that face
Got a lot of blue racks and we count up our way
New Lambo, we gon' ride the wave
Young nigga came outside today
Up, I ain't got no real estate, yeah

---

In Control

I need to talk to Mike Laury
This is Mike Laury
Dubba-AA flexin'
Mommy, India got them beats

SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
This is the sound
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (F*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now

Money on your head, I get your bankrolled
I'll whack your mammy and your daddy if you ain't know
She actin' classy, throw some money on a stank ho
I pull up actin' with that ratchet in my raincoat
Whip out that Glock, get out your top and get your brain blowed
We got them Hellcats but we dippin' in Durangos
Go with your move, we pop your ass and get your name known
And that's a fact, that nigga mad because his mans gone
I just rolled me up an opp, I get my "Bang" on
You bitches don't want war with us, Jay, this the same song
These niggas lyin', they scared to ride, well my gang wrong
Hop out the back and spray this bitch without no aim on, hold on

AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
F*ck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell

SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (F*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now

When I was in jail, I was with Nadi on the line, nigga
He say he want him gone, we check him off 'cause he wasn't slime, nigga
Laid inside my bunk, I slept with murder on my mind, nigga
I'ma knock them niggas off like back-to-back, bitch, when it's time, nigga
Bitch, it's homicide when it's time to ride, all you niggas dyin'
Them bullets flyin', niggas go to droppin' with no f*ckin' sign
Whip down, go to bustin', make you piss your pants, that's lemon-lime
Should've known that it get ugly when it's up but ain't no f*ckin' hidin'

AK, machine guns, 50 Glocks, they big as hell
F*ck niggas get banged on, scary ass, they run and tell
Hoppin' out with my chains on, bitch nigga, don't tuck no tail
YoungBoy that top nigga, bitch nigga, don't say Kentrell

SK's, machine guns, it's two of us with four nines
Trippin' off no broke nigga, that f*ck nigga get blowed down
Ridin' 'round with them sticks, nigga, these bitch niggas get rolled down
You wasn't never with the shit, nigga, we'll slide on em, they know it now
Pull up with them poles, nigga froze and get shot down
YoungBoy in control, niggas know I blow your block down
He was with his bros talkin' bold, but he not now (F*ck that)
You want some fame, we got them glizzies, get you hot now

Straight gang shit, no lame shit, you know what it is
Play games, get your brain split, bitch
Yeah, 4KTrey, yeah
This is the sound
Ain't nobody safe
Outside thugs, we put guns to the face
Who gon' die today?
Slime, nigga

---

I Don't Know

Ayy, Ma what it do?

Pick up I been calling all night
I just want see where yo' head at
I just pulled in front yo house inside that Maybach (yeah, yeah)
Cause if we lovers why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a perky this a 10
Let's take all that the [?] end
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent

I f*ck you good and smack yo' ass like I'm yo daddy
Around the globe bitch I got Don Dada status
We keep extensions you want static let ya have it
Back to back attics mathematics like a attic
She bounce her ass and shake it low yea she get ratchet
I got extras from the door not from the blow if you could back it
Straight out the slums got marble floors if I go under I could stash it
Full of Xans tryna catch you 'fore You leave hope ion crashin'

And I, I got some things I need to change by myself
I seem to stuck I put that blame on myself
I'm started to think that I bring pain to myself
Slime, I am me and I am nobody else
And I'm starting to think I been here before
See my grandma can fit right across the road
They would've never knew I live here before
The way I pull up in these fancy cars in clothes

Pick up I been calling all night
I just want see where yo' head at
I just pulled in front yo house inside that Maybach (yeah, yeah)
Cause if we lovers why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a perky this a 10
Let's take all that the [?] end
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent

You better not play with me, I dont' play with you but every couple fight
Hublot shining on my wrist and yo' shit shining bright
If 4KTrey the case it's me and you, shit we gon' die tonight
We got plenty ammo, plenty guns, we got every type
This that hellcat switching lanes on the bloody night (let's go)
Nigga snuck em in the club so he got bloody ice (Bet)
Boom bow boom bow boom boom, bitch that's right on site
Young nigga loaded, he just hopin' that he see the light

Pick up I been calling all night
I just want see where yo' head at
I just pulled in front yo house inside that Maybach (yeah, yeah)
Cause if we lovers why we scared?
Come jump in, come jump in, pop a perky this a 10
Let's take all that the [?] end
We can f*ck in the room and pretend that we on the island
Make sure our time well spent, yeah

---

Where The Love At

(Drum Dummie)
Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that

I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at

DaDa, how my son approach me, I'ma shout out
Bitch, I be that nigga knock your block out
Ride with them killers with them Dracos while the cops out
You stuntin' for them hoes? We go to hittin', make sure they get down
'Cause you know how we get down
No outsiders, it's only family 'round
I'm with that shit, been filled with shit since I was 20 pounds
And I'm a gangster, make me mad and I won't turn down
My mama said if I won't last, I need to slow it down
I told my mama, "Motherf*ck it, I'm dyin' 'bout it"
Them niggas play with us, ain't no surrender, I'm ridin' 'bout it
No hidin' 'bout it, bangin' like Lil Dave with them slimes 'round me
Violation on three counts and up in court how the judge found me
Right now I need a girl to love, and I've been lookin' for her (Where she at?)
A flight anywhere in this world, I'll book you for (Where you at?)
I had to tell my son don't pee while you inside the tub
I'm from that North and I remember that's just how it was
Shawty, she gon' Magnolia shake and I love that
Bounce that ass, patty cake in the middle the slums, yeah
Jaws lockin', molly all over a nigga gums, yeah
Ain't no stoppin', on bottom that chopper, we got them drums, yeah
Look, I'm fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that

I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at

For my baby moms, I don't wan' be a problem
You feel that I ain't there for my sons, tell me and I got 'em
But you shouldn't have to tell me I need to put down this bottle
I pray to God that I ain't taking after my papa
But free that nigga out his cell, he need a second chance
And I can probably show him how to be a real man
He went to jail behind that money, I ain't know his plan
But no more, he won't be a dummy, I'ma throw him bands
But hold up, I need to thank my grandfather
He showed me how to fix them cars, now I can work that rod now
Don't judge a nigga, since I moved from with him, it been hard, slime
From these streets, I ain't get nothin' but pain and some jail time

I wish I was somewhere where it ain't no violence
But I've been totin' on that pole every time that I roll
Tryna bust a nigga head if he try me
At night I need someone on side me just to hold me
But I was trying and I'm really tired of sayin' that
I'm tired of thuggin', now I'm tryna see where the love at

Fresh up out a cell, where that bag at?
I was flying, but now I need somewhere to land at
I took a loss, but now I'm lookin' where the chance at
But I'm a boss, you need some help and I can hand that

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Free Time

I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I had it on me, ain't know it
Can't land in yo' heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on yo' body, it ain't no status
We all undecided, want my attention
They say top

Stackin' this money, it grow to galore
Don't want me in Bentley, my inches, and Rolls
I got problems, I wanted a Ghost
All that shit from a child took a toll
I be runnin' on time for these hoes
She need time to think and I say, "No"
Tell me nobody knows
I don't wanna preach it on my own
You don't wanna come in, I'm goin' inside
I'ma stand on the top and the front where it lies
I'ma clean that bitch out like I hit it with Tide
We don't need no time to rise
We don't need no one to know
This shit can't be televised
Need nothin' but a gun and my bro on side
Won't go on floor from [?] to tonight
I be with it, they save in they mind how I get it
He want smoke? It's a go, ain't no waitin', I send it
I be on it, I'm pushin' this trey to the limit
Ain't no tellin', I bet him and wait up in prison
I'ma stretch him and [?], he tellin' my business
We connivin' and robbin', ain't changin' my livin'
You know how I'm rockin', no floppin' I hit it
Pussy nigga be hollerin', ain't comin' specific

I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh
I know that it's real
Fillin' me in my body, run emotions
I had it on me, ain't know it
Can't land in yo' heart like a token
I'm leavin' scars on yo' body, it ain't no status
We all undecided, want my attention
They say top

I got them hitters with me, her friends know we play for keeps (Mm-mm)
Let's go find some peace, ride off in the bitch (Uh-huh)
Come stakeout with me, I ain't got time to leave (Yeah)
I drunk too much lean, I can't feel my feet (Uh, yeah)
Check how nigga be drippin', we on 'em, we surfin' in pendants (Yeah, slide)
I'm talkin' a lot, I ain't kiddin', you want it, we get up and get it (Yeah)
That chopper be poppin', I spit it, I call it, I'm screamin' "good riddance" (Yeah, die)
You know that I'm popular, scared that these bitches wanna get in my business
I say that I'm runnin', them hitters be gunnin'
I'm droppin' it on 'em, them niggas go under
I'ma ride in the black, blowin' loud with the llama
I'm in love with the money, I spend it all summer
While I run with the sack, I'ma try not to fumble
I'm stay with that pole in the bed like a plumber
Get away from her love, I see that it's comin'
She be stalkin', she got me, she turn to a hunter

I be runnin', yeah
I don't know everything I want
She need time, oh
I need time, oh