[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, that's probably Tago)
Ayy, this Lil Top, n***a
R.I.P. Dump, R.I.P. Dave
I’m bangin' for Bozilla 'till I’m in the grave
Where I came from at? Well, it ain’t no love
I grew up 'round thugs, I’ma die a thug

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
God, please don’t let my .30 jam, back to back bussin'
Victim of murder, everyday I’m missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons, to my n***as, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that pussy n***a, been playin'
I’m pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bussin' with them drums, we ain’t neva' ran

[Verse 1: Rojay MLP]
Oh, it ain’t no love in these streets, yeah
I put my feelings on this beat
I, gotta watch how I move my feet
Yeah, I know they plottin' to kill me (Yeah, yеah)
Oh, I know they plottin' to kill me, yeah
So you know I stay with my hеat (I’ma buss it)
I, I catch that n***a, now he goin' beneath
No, they ain’t fuckin' with me, no
Say, whatchu' want? (Whatchu' want)
Say YB, we gon' put these n***as on (Put 'em on)
I show no mercy, gotta get it in a hurry (I’m a hurry)
I bust that .40, I’ma leave his vision blurry
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
God, please don’t let my .30 jam, back to back bussin'
Victim of murder, everyday I’m missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons, to my n***as, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that pussy n***a, been playin'
I’m pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bussin' with them drums, we ain’t neva' ran

[Verse 2: Rojay MLP]
Sometimes I wonder why my grandma always fuckin' with me?
We fall off, she know I love her, hope the Lord forgive me
My sister got a Corolla, I’ma go buy her a Bentley
Comin' up, I had to be my own father figure
Told lil brother “Slow down, because you grow up fast, n***a”
You only got one motive, gotta get that bag, n***a
Focus on first place, don’t be like the last n***a
Predict the future, had to just let go of the past, n***a
I do this shit for all the times they had me fucked up
Instead of sleepin' all the time, you should get the fuck up
I ran it with YB, he told me “N***a, you so gifted”
I’m certified, I’ma one of a kind n***a
I get you smoked like a cigarette, no it ain’t cool
Screamin' “Momma, I made it” like a graduate came from school
We bringin' to the table like we all playin' pool
Fightin' the struggle like a lawyer, ‘cause we got somethin' to prove
[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
God, please don’t let my .30 jam, back to back bussin'
Victim of murder, everyday I’m missin' my cousin
But life goes on, we steady thuggin'
From my sons, to my n***as, neither one gon' want for nothin'
Fat Black just touched down, I just gave him over ten grand
We catch that boy, spit on that pussy n***a, been playin'
I’m pullin' up in a foreign with my stick in hand
Back to back bussin' with them drums, we ain’t neva' ran