YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rain Storm lyrics

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YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Rain Storm lyrics

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Got to go hard 'cause I heard some n***as knocking me Watch my surroundings 'cause I heard some people watching me Hustler ambition, swear to God it ain't no stopping me They like the way I do it so I guess that's why they copy me In the rain while it's storming, gotta make it out Stack up that money, none of my n***as will see a drought They speaking on me then you knowing I'ma see what it's 'bout Two twenty-three up in the closet, I'ma bring it out [Verse 1: Ralo] I made a mil in a month, and this month is not over I had a talk with my dreams, I told him I'm a lot closer I drop the top on the rooster, in the trunk is motor The police can't never lock us 'cause they can never control us I pray I never lose focus, hope one day they will notice That I'm the person that won but wasn't given the trophies I got more drip than the rain, got more trips than the plane I only f** with them cowards 'cause I be milking the game I do not talk to these n***as, I only talk to myself Don't worry 'bout what I buy, 'cause b**h I bought it myself Remember when I was down, I did not ask for no help I ain't begging for sh**, that's something I won't accept When the rain drops, we the ones that can't stop We done came for, I'ma do everything for her I'ma do everything for her, I'ma do everything and more [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Got to go hard 'cause I heard some n***as knocking me Watch my surroundings 'cause I heard some people watching me Hustler ambition, swear to God it ain't no stopping me They like the way I do it so I guess that's why they copy me In the rain while it's storming, gotta make it out Stack up that money, none of my n***as will see a drought They speaking on me then you knowing I'ma see what it's 'bout Two twenty-three up in the closet, I'ma bring it out [Verse 2: Ralo] I gotta go hard, I gotta go hard, you know that I gotta go hard Everything that I get in life, you know I gotta thank God Everything that I do in life, you know I do it for my boys Even if we don't do it right, we'll never fall apart When they was down I was down with 'em When they was lost I was found with 'em Any n***a try to play around I'll go against the town with 'em They turned me down, I ain't turning back They turned me down, I ain't turning back I never turned my back on my n***as, I never did Even when I give 'em my all, they never see it Even if I gave 'em my last it wouldn't matter 'Cause if I was down bad on my a** I wouldn't ask 'em For sh** [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Got to go hard 'cause I heard some n***as knocking me Watch my surroundings 'cause I heard some people watching me Hustler ambition, swear to God it ain't no stopping me They like the way I do it so I guess that's why they copy me In the rain while it's storming, gotta make it out Stack up that money, none of my n***as will see a drought They speaking on me then you knowing I'ma see what it's 'bout Two twenty-three up in the closet, I'ma bring it out [Verse 3: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Get back from that chopper Split your head and leave your sh** in pieces Everybody 'round me getting money, ain't nobody leechin' Look me in my eyes, what you see? I bet you say a demon It's a horror story, bet I have everybody screaming They got some OG's who been hustlin', some up in the can They say it's a struggle, say it's hard to touch a hundred grand Devil on my back so through the day I always be praying Would you let a n***a step on your or hop out and start sprayin'? I'm on probation but I always keep that thing on me I know they hate me, I'm like f** 'em, I ain't never runnin' We grab them choppers and post up since they say they comin' When they pull up we hit 'em up, there go a whole hundred These b**hes under disguise, tryna get to my money She think she f**in' with my mind, won't finesse me out nothin' Diamond teeth, summer rider, king on the under I ain't have nothing but now you see me with a lot of money I'm like oh-oh-oh, when this pain gon' go? What you don't tell, they don't know, I'll never sell my soul I done walked a long road, was up in jail up the road Stood on all ten toes, n***a I'm never fold [Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again] Got to go hard 'cause I heard some n***as knocking me Watch my surroundings 'cause I heard some people watching me Hustler ambition, swear to God it ain't no stopping me They like the way I do it so I guess that's why they copy me In the rain while it's storming, gotta make it out Stack up that money, none of my n***as will see a drought They speaking on me then you knowing I'ma see what it's 'bout Two twenty-three up in the closet, I'ma bring it out