Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
Samuel Velasco
Samuel Velasco
Programming
VadeBeatz
VadeBeatz
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Boonpetch
David Boonpetch
Songwriter
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Samuel Velasco
Samuel Velasco
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Samuel Velasco
Samuel Velasco
Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Khris James
Khris James
Mixing Engineer
VadeBeatz
VadeBeatz
Producer

Lyrics

That's Vade on the keys Free Von man I just gone and did it Lil Top, nigga, YoungBoy They don't like who I am I don't like it one bit myself (not one bit) They don't understand me ('stand me) I don't understand myself (myself) My sis say that she heard, "Boom" As they tried bringin' grandma on back inside the livin' room Oh, ah-ah I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (oh, God) I say I trust you, so don't get a Bible Self-made warrior (warrior) I done slept on concrete beds and all (and all) Got tears fallin' down (down) You can't tell behind the collect calls (you can't) If I stay against the wall (wall) Even if I don't, we all fall (all fall) Black man, can you lend a hand? (Hand) We loadin' up, takin' back what's ours (takin') Uncle died breakin' in a house, this shit so grimy (so grimy) He gon' do that time to take your time, that shit's so slimy (slimy) Inside a house, split a bedroom, I guess what I miss (what I miss) Inside the streets where I lay Outside that buildin' I is (where I is) It's some street nigga facts, this ain't no poetry (no) Outside that wall we leavin' blood in the street (no) Fuck the wicked now, my soul, my family, she keep I'm already burnt, someone please hold on to me They don't like who I am I don't like it one bit myself (I don't like it one bit myself) They don't understand me (they don't understand me) I don't understand myself (I don't understand myself) My sis say that she heard, "Boom" As they tried bringin' grandma on back inside the livin' room Oh, ah-ah I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (oh, God) I say I trust you, so don't get a Bible I ain't in the skies Head in the skies, plenty times I done cried (cried) Plenty nights outside steady slangin' fire, bet my life for a while I done been baptized, but still I don't know Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried? Or for murderin' ones who murdered our brothers? And the shooters see God, those the ones died And that shit made me can't sleep at night Wake up at six every mornin', blind man on drank, I don't know why The one that sleep outside every night, you know that that's a lie Destiny, give me a rush, say what's the hype You got the drop, then what's the price Yeah, we gon' pop his head tonight (pop) We gon' knock him off tonight (pop) Pop, pop, pop, pop Oh-oh-oh
Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Samuel Velsaco, David Boonpetch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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