Letra de Life N Glory - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Any last words?)

(Berge always flexin')

Oh

(It's Malik on the track)

Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar

We split that bitch down the middle, then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow

I say, I had a dream I told Three

Pray hard, he chose me

AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's

With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene

Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory

And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change

I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man

Hold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls-Royce, that shit was no choice

Know that I gotta keep a double R in my garage

I got XD, equipped a light and beam

It ain't never less than three security running 'round the yard

They talk 'bout how I made it far, I had it hard though

Sold soft and hard dope

I'm a fucking shame if Three go back to selling P's

Know we both might relapse with a five hundred load

Play with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoes

I'm on that money, I leave no gap, I'm flyin' in that Rolls

I'm still that same youngin, I'm floating off of a twenty tryna take some shit down

NBA, your bitch ain't safe, so hide her when I come around

Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day, she stayin' down

I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now

I need two for to just put it all in they face like a towel

I'm so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up inches like a thesaurus

Switch my rims out the place, ain't no way they could ignore it

I been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas mad, I ain't gettin' bored

I take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow it

Who gon' take somethin'? You just one cut, you gon' die inside that foreign

Atlanta projects, got them hitters tryna blow somethin', they knowin'

Fuck that fine, that's a full-breed, chuckin' through it, snowin'

Then I'll breathe, leave my land to my son

She so fine, she had fooled me, I knew what I was doing, I can't say that my lil' slime ain't tell me nothin'

They don't like how all these diamonds on us

They don't like how we be shinin' on them

And I say, all behind my money

Put a bitch off in the trunk and never again you'll ever see 'em

Put eighty grand on top of your head and your relatives

No hesitation, show 'em the SIG, fuck it, he done felt the steel

Fuck wrong with me? 'Cause all I think end a nigga career

One lucky squeeze, soon as you die, have your family in tears

We make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for real

We hit our knees, cry to messiah, I swear to stay still

Fuck wrong with these niggas? I swear it ain't hard to be real

That was your partner, he couldn't hold on to charge of the year

Picked up that powder, he done put down that boy for this year

Promised his wife that he wouldn't buy no more cars this year

Valuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rear

Smoking back to back on joes, I'm waiting for his heart to just fail

Fuck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buy no more watches this year

Life been gettin' so frightening, need to send out a hawk to stay clear

Seventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in here

Knowing that I would never be shit with the most money in here

Who got the most money in there?

Five grand to her for her to take grandma flowers up there

Dropping nothing, that's a hundred, that's clear, I send me a hundred through there

Hiding behind my money, you'll die if you run up in here

I bought ear pieces, want money, you'll die 'fore I even much see 'em

Tryna shoot drones out in that night, they too close to the car porch

Cut off my phone late at night, what you picking my heart for?

Know she got me, but still I think, "What she fuckin' old boy for?"

At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for?

Five times jake, Dej could push it and stamp it with Star Wars

You could go and ask Birdman, I'd push with apple, apple before

Five hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load

Eight million dollars up in jewelry, tell my wife to count her own

I just got my sons fitted, tell them bitches that we on

Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm gone

Grandma Native American, private land that I own

Never once I'll settle, shit, mentally, I done grown

Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy, this shit ain't no façade

The real king of BR, bitch, it ain't no lease for it

Could elevate my garage, this elevation too hard

Told you I want a new mansion before I see my lil' boy

I say my life is too fancy and I don't even much show it

Take ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire going

One in the morning, me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign

Got hikers trailin' 'round at night, security draw down, what you doing?

Coyotes runnin' 'round at night, I know Neon inside the lawn

Update her pictures, everything upper echelon

One Percocet, one Xanny, plus one stick for the night, then I say I'm done

I'm scared as fuck when my door close, better not come inside on this gun

I'll send my sister to an island and I'll call her once I'm done

When I respond, it said wrong number, she was tryna send my son

I'm so fucked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sun

They be tryna see if I'm dead, I never go outside for nothing

Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar

We split that bitch down the middle, then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow

I say, I had a dream I told Three

Pray hard, he chose me

AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's

With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene

Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory

And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change

I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man

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