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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kentrell Gaulden
Kentrell Gaulden
Songwriter
Jack LoMastro
Jack LoMastro
Songwriter
Jason Goldberg
Jason Goldberg
Songwriter
Kevin Gomringer
Kevin Gomringer
Songwriter
Nima Jahanbin
Nima Jahanbin
Songwriter
Paimon Jahanbin
Paimon Jahanbin
Songwriter
Tim Gomringer
Tim Gomringer
Songwriter
Vincent Verdi
Vincent Verdi
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Cubeatz
Cubeatz
Producer
Jack LoMastro
Jack LoMastro
Producer
Vinny For Good
Vinny For Good
Producer
Wallis Lane
Wallis Lane
Producer

Lyrics

I don't wanna waste time, oh I don't wanna, oh I don't wanna, oh Fuck how they feeling, ain't changin', my living top of the continent, yeah Sit in the back with them killers, we found where they be and we run in it, yeah Came from the bottom, my nigga, my life a nightmare and it's hauntin' me, yeah Came with that fire, and we stayed with that shit, I'm on go, taking nothing from me, yeah Money the root of evil, got my family and bitches wan' come for me (Always) They lovin' a demon with money, a demon with nothin' couldn't fuck with me Fake love been taking a toll, it's comin' out ugly Ain't trustin' who close, they plannin' on touching me I know thеy don't fuck with a nigga, gon' stay down until they come up off me, yeah I'm a rеaper, demon And all type of frames And all types of ways Sleeping Riding, riding like a big mon Fuck how they feeling, ain't changin', my living top of the continent, yeah Sit in the back with them killers, we found where they be and we run in it, yeah Since a child, prepare for to come to this Give my heart and just leave with this money, bitch Pack it all then go back to my mama shit Young nigga too rich for that Ho, you know you ain't shit for that I don't wanna play no gettin' back I wasn't on no drugs,tell them niggas that it's fuck 'em and I meant that Came to the Maybach or the Lamb', I ain't rent that Talking out his mind, drop a bag on his bitch ass She feeling him, let him leave with that stank ho Front street, I'm on trial on the front row Mama looking down 'cause she knowin' that I can't go Got my son lookin' at me while I make this song On this bus, ain't touring, tryna make it home 45, cock back, split a nigga dome I just heard we made a stop, J, hold on I'm a reaper, demon (Yeah, I'm back now) And all type of frames (J, bitch, I really thought we had we had niggas to step out) I'm a reaper (I wasn't trippin' or nothing, bitch, You gonna have to excuse this cigarette) Demon(I know you don't like it no more than my fans, go) And all type of frames Sippin' that drank, ran out of pints, I need another one Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin' Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' some Villa Delrey elementary When them bricks dropped off Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call Nigga hit the line saying green gang fall Pounds now I'm stressing, it's making me angry, she want me leave now I came from the North, I was stayin' with my grandaddy, I'm alone right now My past, they ever throw it at me, I'll never look back it Mom used to rap so it made me wan' snag at it Only time I had a graduation, I was sad at it What you on foe? Reaper Demon All type of ways All type of frames Sippin' that drank, ran out of pints, I need another one Never gon' sink, that money comin' as is fast it went Niggas could diss, but let 'em talk 'cause they ain't runnin' nothin' Red eye on them sticks, straight in the ditch, I'm probably runnin' some Villa Delrey elementary When them bricks dropped off Geezy steady boomin' so I'm posted on call Nigga hit the line saying green gang fall
Writer(s): Kevin Gomringer, Tim Gomringer, Kentrell Deshawn Gaulden, Nima Jahanbin, Paimon Jahanbin, Jason Eliot Goldberg, Vincent Dean Verdi, Jackson Paul Lomastro Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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