Paroles Shotta soul Youngboy Never Broke Again

Shotta soul

(Damn, ayo Drum, play that bitch back)
Oh damn, let me tell you niggas 'bout most of the—
Most of the shit, and I say
(Danny got that juice)

Had some problems, but, that's what made me who I am today (Today)
They was tearin' me down, I ain't never break (I ain't never break)
Interrogation, I ain't never say
Nigga got hit up with that Drac' (Shh, pow, pow)
I'm from the 'hood, you break the rules, you got to pay (You got to pay)
I done made it on my own, say, "Amen" (Amen, Amen)
I'm protected everywhere I go (Mhm)
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
Fifty cent chip bags from the stor?
Now, a young nigga got hella bands
Bands, I'm so high that I won't never land

I ain't graduat? at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (Okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still around puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy multiple (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (Oh)
I don't talk, don't panic
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh)
Ohh

I know that you see I'm worse than before (Oh-oh)
But, If you mine, you'll stay on my side
Don't tell a nigga that can't take mine
Got way more money than I had before, oh
But, he don't value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a nigga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin' that (They thinkin' that)
Young nigga rich like Richie
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, and the lawyer fees
For my bro', I'll probably sell the house
He say, "Murder fees," don't bring 'em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off (I knock some off)
Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off (Skrrt, skrrt, let's go)
Better not tell me shit, I'm inside my house
Told a bitch she better watch her mouth (Watch)
You know I'm a gangster
You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die (Die)
Not a child, I don't cry
Just make sure I'm focused, I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride (Sticks in the ride)
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for my kids (Them racks)
I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year and still don't know what I did (What I did)
Play games, nigga, I set the bait
Mask up, ride with my TEC to blame
If I got 'em, make sure I designer my kids
Lord know I grew up to Skechers

I ain't graduate at all, but, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa (Okay)
Say, "I love you" 'fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot, I done knocked some off (That's a fact)
Huh, did so bad, I ain't think she come back
But, she still around puttin' up with my ass
Eyes lookin' at Kelly, I was lookin' at Birk, had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her ass on that
If I cop one, I'll buy multiple (Woah)
Love her, still left her stranded, that's a shotta soul (Oh)
I don't talk, don't panic
Ride me like a rodeo (Oh, rodeo)
Ohh