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T.I. & YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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Ayo, Bands, what you cookin'?
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Cryptic messages, face card ain't good at all
They don't like him 'round the hood at all, he ain't understood at all
Been mistreated, he just play roles when his feelings get involved
She ain't supportive, she don't love me, and she ain't my friend at all
Mama, thank you, I got the hell of the experience while out on stages
From the gutter, we struggle bad, it's a shame
I know she don't love me, she just want an Audemar
I tell her not to touch me, in a moment, I want another broad
Mm-mm (what do I say?)
I don't really like the way you play with me, misgradin' me
Made my way out the jungle, they wanna see me go under
Still conquer like I'm Mutombo, I'm sittin' aside because my heart tired
I done took so many long rides my whole life
Confessed my problems like so many times that I ain't got no song type
Shawty get it on on his own, bless him, yeah, he a real nigga
D-Dawg comin' home, and I'm just thankful for who's still with me
Left most shit alone, some people out there tryna still get it
In the a.m., I'm headed home, I done made more than a meal ticket
Been through some shit, I know I'm blessed and I be still wit' it
Diamond cross across my chest, I ain't got no vest, knowin' 'em bullets might just still hit me
Take a chance, mama took a chance by havin' me, I think I can make a masterpiece
In New Orleans, like I'm B3 with a MAC with me
She in Tech with me, and I brought her back with me for to show her some shit she ain't never seen
I got a MAC and steam, pull off anything
Rose-gold Rolex, right face, coulda bought it green
White and gold links on my neck, car fuck up the scene
You'll be off, guess what this watch cost, nigga, what the fuck you mean?
250 what lately I been doin', half a ticket everything
Mm-mm (what do I say?)
I don't really like the way you play with me, misgradin' me (king)
Okay, patiently, I wait for my nigga just like he would wait for me
Hate to see that fuckin' machine only way he breathe
Takin' me everything not to take a knee
Couldn't tell me shit with Hannah, Snake, JG, and Clay with me
I'm thinkin' back to better days like, "We can get it back"
But no more Clay, what kinda shit is that? Remember that
It don't mean shit to be rich for life when you livin' whack
If your relationships ain't still intact, give it back
And now my optics is watchin' my partner die in hospice (damn)
The doctor talkin' 'bout, "It's over" fuck yo' diagnostic (fuck you)
Nigga, we got money, what's the other option?
Nigga, shake back, this your lil' brother talkin' (get up, bruh)
I gotta see you pop yo' shit again, zaza and cigars in the wind again
Blood pressure can't kill Superman
Damn, believe in 'em still, we been in the battlefield
Fightin' club full of niggas 'fore we had a deal, and when?
Strongest nigga I know, meanest nigga I seen (for real)
Still can't believe my nigga leavin', we a fuckin' team (for real)
Now I'm grievin', drunk, just speedin' in the fuckin' rain (yoom)
Beside the pain, I feel nothin', mane
And if I could feel, I guess it'd feel like (I guess)
A Snowfall episode, my uncle Jerome died in real life
They say that God alway' get it right
But somethin' 'bout this shit just ain't sittin' right (uh-uh)
Then he told me dyin' a part of livin' life
Damn, can't argue with you
Think about it, you either die or live long enough to go to everyone you know and love funeral, you know?
Shh, only two option, get old or die young, pick one
Hm, trust and believe, nigga, in your life, the only thing you're guaranteed is to leave
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, alive or dead, them nigga can't fuck with us
Grand Hustle, nigga
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