[Hook: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I can't even feel the pain inside
I can't keep living in a lie
Yeah, I might be breathing just like everybody else
But I still don't feel alive
Every night man, I hear a pistol poppin'
Make me feel like God ain't really watching
Watch out for the snakes, they steady plottin'
They wanna put you in a cage or in a coffin'
Now a days, these cops just wanna kill
No love in the streets, don't wanna feel
What I felt when I heard my lil' brother passed
I'll never get him back
But yo I still, know his soul is still roamin' on the streets
Now I just hope he's watching over me
Now I just keep on praying
I've been trynna' talk to God but these demons never leave
[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Before the rap money, young n*gga was ballin' way before it
I don't do no talkin', I drop a bag on 'em then n*gga you know it
I bought me a pint of that Hi-Tech, I crack it and pour it
I crunch up the X, end up in my mouth, you know that I throw it
She all in my section, she steady keep pressin', but no, she don't know it
When I'm up in Texas, I ride with that Wesson, just me and my boys
I swear it's controlling me, seventeen, got four sons
Tryna go cop me 'bout four foreigns
Studio on the bus, I'm touring
I swear I don't put no effort in these songs
Bet these n*ggas p*ssed off, mad at me and Bagg, aw
Grandma gone, I hold it down
No I won't flock, I keep it strong
These b*tches be aching, I steady be raking
So when I'm recording, don't call my phone
[Hook: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I can't even feel the pain inside
I can't keep living in a lie
Yeah, I might be breathing just like everybody else
But I still don't feel alive
Every night man, I hear a pistol poppin'
Make me feel like God ain't really watching
Watch out for the snakes, they steady plottin'
They wanna put you in a cage or in a coffin'
Now a days, these cops just wanna kill
No love in the streets, don't wanna feel
What I felt when I heard my lil' brother passed
I'll never get him back
But yo I still, know his soul is still roamin' on the streets
Now I just hope he's watching over me
Now I just keep on praying
I've been trynna' talk to God but these demons never leave
[Verse 2: MoneyBagg Yo]
Yellow b*tch, yellow diamonds, ooh, I'm p*ssed off
The way she love me and she f*ck me, ooh she gettin' off
He talking hard, approach him, watch how fast he get soft
Rapid fire, nothin' stop him, choppers lettin' off
If I catch you I'm gettin' off
I'm tryna knock your whole sh*t off
You and your mans too, I'll drop the bag on the whole crew
Ben be suffocating, the hundreds they be all blue
I'm on a whole 'nother level, the b*tches, they all-new
Speaking of b*tches, a b*tch tryna get off on Instagram 'cause I fell back
Why you ain't make a post how you f*cked the clique, b*tch go tell that, hah
These rappers tryna sneak diss, tryna get off to get on, hah
Catch their ass in public, they gon' get right and get gone
[Hook: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I can't even feel the pain inside
I can't keep living in a lie
Yeah, I might be breathing just like everybody else
But I still don't feel alive
Every night man, I hear a pistol poppin'
Make me feel like God ain't really watching
Watch out for the snakes, they steady plottin'
They wanna put you in a cage or in a coffin'
Now a days, these cops just wanna kill
No love in the streets, don't wanna feel
What I felt when I heard my lil' brother passed
I'll never get him back
But yo I still, know his soul is still roamin' on the streets
Now I just hope he's watching over me
Now I just keep on praying
I've been trynna' talk to God but these demons never leave