YoungBoy Never Broke Again — Neva Ran

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Ayy, this Lil Top, nigga 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 niggas, 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 nigga, 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 nigga, now he goin' beneath No, they ain’t fuckin' with me, no Say, whatchu' want? (Whatchu' want) Say YB, we gon' put these niggas 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 niggas, 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 nigga, 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, nigga” You only got one motive, gotta get that bag, nigga Focus on first place, don’t be like the last nigga Predict the future, had to just let go of the past, nigga 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 “Nigga, you so gifted” I’m certified, I’ma one of a kind nigga 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 niggas, 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 nigga, 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