YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Grind Flow

[Verse] If you love that nigga, right before you sleep, y'all should pray And in yo prayers, you should ask yo' God to open the gates Put all yo' feelings in the bottle, toss it up in the lake Get yo' position on a ride, that's how you knock off his face John Legend in the coupe with killas', all of em' bang Drop a bag, pull of a tag and then you right off the name Nobody knows, what goes on in my brain This world so cold, I heat it up with that flame Youngin' thirteen on the block, shootin' heroine in his veins You love that girl, that ain't yo' girl if she don't feel yo pain That nigga ain't right for me, I had to cut off my mains Speak on my name, get held in court, bitch I'ma knock out yo' brain Where yo love go and where yo' time go? Ridеr, top shotta, that brown eyes flow Movin' like a prеsident lil nigga, keep that iron though Let go yo' past, movin' fast, you should die slow Nigga this that grind flow (Yeah, yeah) Nigga this that grind flow (That grind flow) Nigga this that grind flow (That grind flow) Nigga this that grind flow, this that grind flow To my niggas dead and gone, I hope and pray you made it to heaven Like fuck that scripted shit we live, so I'ma preach like a reverend Better watch yo' lips, come off the hip, blow up shit like 911 At the Trump Hotel, smoke the room out, fuck the shit that they sellin' Catchin' my nigga, place the number real quick, I'ma bet it Sit at the table, flirt with waitress, then go home and watch Belly I get pissed off, pull my dick out, piss on a bitch like R. Kelly Then go to court and fight the charges, mother fuck it, I said it I wanna live like a king and I'ma die like a soldier I'm with some cold blooded killa's who come straight out Magnolia That diamond ring come out the dirt, that nigga play, I'ma fold em' “Speak on my momma, that's a problem” that's exactly what I told em' Live like a Dotta, move in silence, plenty bodies like Folly (Huh?) That money stuffed all in my pockets, push lil fourty and roll it I tote two years when I tote that Glock, but mother fuck it, I tote it Clear out the lenses when I clear out the block, that fourty Glock, I'ma blow it Them speakers bangin' down the block, a hunnit rocks, I done sold it Interference with the cops, that nigga bitch, he done told it Tell me how you livin, I'm affiliated with killas Still got some soldiers on the street, but most is locked in that prison This how I'm feelin' and I love to give affection, attention I got hollows off in the clip, equip that shit to yo' dental Now bitch, die