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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Unchartered Love [Official Music Video]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
India Williams
India Williams
Songwriter
Jake Wogan
Jake Wogan
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jakik
Jakik
Producer
India Got Them Beats
India Got Them Beats
Producer

Lyrics

Mommy, India got the beats Baby, I know You see me ridin' all alone Baby, come see The good in me 'cause they won't accept me And I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs Or maybe it's just I'm too thug for all this shit I lost my thugs behind this shit I'm thankin' God for blessing me from above with all this shit Let go of my love behind this shit 'cause ain't no trust inside all this Me does wrong, I just wanna make sure our bond always exists I took the wrong route, made it out, see me now Fuck all the charges and the blogs, they never brought me down They gon' remember what they told me 'fore they lay me down Ride for my bros cause I'm a soldier, I'm leaving blood through the town I ain't never changed, you can't say the same Still want more revenge behind Dave Triple on Northside, 38 on my knees Grandma taught me how to pray I be wanting you inside my life but you out There fucking 'round with these lames And I would try to make it right but you Would try to make me feel ashamed Come here, your friends too, it's alright Come over, stay for the night, for the night Young nigga, broke heart, take your Motherfucking soul Finna hit 5 and my oldest son ain't even Fucking 5 years old Baby, I know You see me ridin' all alone Baby, come see The good in me 'cause they won't accept me And I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs Look, even though we had our moments Why the fuck you still gon' leave me 'lone? And when you these people around me ain't right When you know that they only 'round for my money I remember calling yo' phone at night soon As I had caught my first homi' Never gave a thing to me in yo' life For to make it right, you accept the money And I know, some things you ain't tell Playin' on me like I gave yo' number out, but you really fuck with him Fuck the model, I take the summers off I replace the bitch with gems Do dirty work in fuckin' Timbs We leave the mark above the rim You was like my brother, why the fuck you cross that line? Do that fat bitch mind before he tried Now the army bigger, they won't slay me, oh I Guns to yo' head, we let that smoke float to the sky Born in for it all and leave this message for my child Baby, I know You see me ridin' all alone Baby, come see The good in me 'cause they won't accept me And I feel I'm scarred for my wrongs
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, India Williams, Jake Wogan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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