Letra de Finest - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Ayy, JB, you sauced up)

Huh, huh

Huh, woah, woah

Huh, huh

I say, "God, who am I?"

Prayin' to the sky

I'm anxious and I'm desperate, I be wishin' that I cry

Tired of situations, I be wishin' that I die

"Top, why you keep complainin'? You'll forever be my child"

Livin' wild, Father, this is not how I was raised up

Opps wanna frame us, DA wanna hang us

I'm sorry for my thoughts and actions that ain't to Your likin'

Man, I'm scarred, this ain't no facades, I don't really like me

I don't know who I could run to

I don't know where I could run and hide

"Your intentions'll get you dead," I feel alive

Gangsters approachin', look what this come to

They tellin' me I'm that guy

While off inside I'm still holdin' all the feelings of a child

Thuggin' at its finest, murder at a all time high

Hustlin' at its finest, all my life, I been tryna get it right

I don't need you up and leavin' me, I need you here, oh, I

Pray on my knees at night, so the angels see I am not who they sayin' I am

Runnin' from my birthplace

Lord, it been a earthquake

Trust in my fire, oh, I been needin' some peace

Can You say when it's on the way?

Oh, bae, you love me, can you fuck me like you do? (Huh?)

My job got us fussin', I been hustlin' all for you

I done got up in some trouble, but can't tell you what I do, what I done or what I did

I don't give a fuck, I speak the truth, I'll take my stick, blow out the roof

I made a T-top out the coupe, from KD car to a Bentley

I don't trip, they laughin' at my pain, I worry God as I'm sinnin'

Scary bitch, look at my chain and swear to God that I'm winnin'

But I been losin', paranoid, might be my boy tryna get me

Stuck in prison, fuck this system, snortin' ice inside my nose

'Til I noticed that I'm trippin', I'm the one who got control

Bitch, I made me eight million whole time that I was down

I don't give a fuck about no money, might still catch me with a frown

Might still catch me with my wife, Glock, I'm in Ogden on a white block

With the Treces even though I fuck with Southside

Grandma passed away, saw her on FaceTime at night, that mornin', she died

Tell me when it's comin', I been waitin' forever, I know You hear me

Thuggin' at its finest, murder at a all time high

Hustlin' at its finest, all my life, I been tryna get it right

I don't need you up and leavin' me, I need you here, oh, I

Pray on my knees at night, so the angels see I am not who they sayin' I am

Runnin' from my birthplace

Lord, it been a earthquake

Trust in my fire, oh, I been needin' some peace

Can You say when it's on the way?

Oh, bae, you love me, can you fuck me like you do? (Huh?)

My job got us fussin', I been hustlin' all for you

I done got up in some trouble, but can't tell you what I do, what I done, or what I did

I don't give a fuck, I speak the truth, I'll take my stick, blow out the roof

I made a T-top out the coupe, from KD car to a Bentley

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