YoungBoy Never Broke Again - My Life lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - My Life lyrics

{intro} Oh nah, we good I gotta move that sh*t away from that sh*t Lemme say that sh*t over I know that you Hey You ain't gotta Hey {chorus} You ain't gotta like me just to feel what i say ni**as dyin' Young boy I'm tryna live til' i'm gray Livin' in my city That's the type of chances you take I'm surrounded by killers, and robbers, and snakes And i can only pray for the sunshine Cause i hate to spend My life, my life, my life, my life Duckin' one time Still standin' over the pot And i still stand over a opp Mobb {verse 1} ni**as don't know what's real Only thing a ni**a know Is what they fu*kin' hear It ain't my fault I'm surprised i'm still here ni**as ain't got heart ni**as can't get up with me Cause they ain't got hops They see big mobb heart skip a beat ni**a they shell shocked Shout out big bobby That's my teacher Swear i'm so fu*king smart He sat me down, showed me the rules And told me, “boy, you gon' function” Made me write my number 20 times And pass it to junkies I was 14 Motorola, boy that was pumpin' If he ain't never tell me sh*t He told me get me some money One thing you can't do b*tch, is take nothing from me Ery time i went to jail They ain't get a word from me Almost every b*tch i had played I don't need a woman Said “i ain't playing with guns no more” And i came home to a fully Seen my opps a week later I turned into a bully I can't get destroyed I'm paranoid Not paranoid Two choppas when i sleep Come kill me if i'm lyin' boy King of the jungle ni**a i'm a lion boy I ain't lying My big homies call me big homie Ridin' wit that fat sh*t And the stick on me fu*k them hoes sh*t, they can't get no dick from me I'm out of town Droppin' off a half of sniff homie I'm fine everywhere I ain't got sh*t on me I'll teach you how to move Sincerely Your big homie Mobb {chorus} You ain't gotta like me just to feel what i say ni**as dyin' Young boy I'm tryna live til' i'm gray Livin' in my city That's the type of chances you take I'm surrounded by killers, and robbers, and snakes And i can only pray for the sunshine Cause i hate to spend My life, my life, my life, my life Duckin' one time Still standin' over the pot And i still stand over a opp Mobb {verse 2} Take chances Eyes starin' through the wraith See diamonds dancing All they see is My ice, my ice, my ice Ridin' in the fast lane With it all on the line Not tryna be another body through the night Hold on Big pistol Millionaire Gang baby Wig splitter On 8 meditate to get him 10 figures Old hatin' ass ni**as throwin' shots We clear the block They mad that they can't get up with ‘em For to get ‘em It's gon' take more than 10 ni**as Priceless chain on Killers behind him They gon' die behind that Knock you off Probably get 100 racks Ones in the grave Who i won't never get back I could kill a whole clique And our pain won't still match {chorus} Big homie Mobb You ain't gotta like me just to feel what i say ni**as dyin' Young boy I'm tryna live til' i'm gray Livin' in my city That's the type of chances you take I'm surrounded by killers, and robbers, and snakes And i can only pray for the sunshine Cause i hate to spend My life, my life, my life, my life Duckin' one time Still standin' over the pot And i still stand over a opp Mobb