YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Life N Glory

YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Life N Glory Lyric

(Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
(It's Malik on the track)

Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle
Then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it
Tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man

Hold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls-Royce
That shit was no choice, know that
I gotta keep a double R in my garage
I got XD, equipped a light and beam
It ain't never less than three security running 'round the yard
They talk 'bout how I made it far, I had it hard though
Sold soft and hard dope
I'm a fucking shame if Three go back to selling P's
Know we both might relapse with a five hundred load
Play with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoes
I'm on that money, I leave no gap, I'm flyin' in that Rolls
I'm still that same youngin
I'm floating off of a twenty tryna take some shit down
NBA, your bitch ain't safe, so hide her when I come around
Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day, she stayin' down
I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now
I need two for to just it all in they face like a towel
I'm so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up inches like a thesaurus
Switch my rims out the place, ain't no way they could ignore it
I been makin' all these pussy-ass niggas mad, I ain't gettin' bored
I take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow it
Who gon' take somethin'?
You just one cut, you gon' die inside that foreign
Atlanta projects, got them hitters tryna blow somethin', they knowin'
Fuck that fine, that's a full-breed
Chuckin' through it, snowin'
Then I'll breathe, leave my land to my son
She so fine, she had fooled me
I knew what I was doing
I can't say that my lil' slime ain't tell me nothin'
They don't like how all these diamonds on us
They don't like how we be shinin' on them
And I say, all behind my money, put a bitch off
In the trunk and never again, you'll ever see 'em
Put eighty grand on top of your head and your relatives
No hesitation, show 'em the SIG, fuck it, he done felt the steel
Fuck wrong with me? 'Cause all I think end a nigga career
One lucky squeeze, soon as you die, have your family in tears
We make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for real
We hit our knees, cry to messiah, I swear to stay still
Fuck wrong with these niggas? I swear it ain't hard to be real
That was your partner, he couldn't hold on to charge of the year
Picked up that powder, he done put down that boy for this year
Promised his wife that he wouldn't buy no more cars this year
Valuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rear
Smoking back to back on Jos, I'm waiting for his heart to just fail
Fuck it, told his wife that he wouldn't buy no more watches this year
Life been gettin' so frightening
Need to send out a hawk to stay clear
Seventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in here
Knowing that I will never be shit with the most money in here
Who got the most money in there?
Five grand enough for her to take granny flowers up there
Dropping nothing, that's a hundred, that's clear
I send me a hundred through there
Hiding behind my money, you'll die if you run up in here
I bought ear pieces, want money, you'll die 'fore I even much see 'em
Tryna shoot drones out in that night, they too close to the car porch
Cut off my phone late at night, what you picking my heart for?
Know she got me, but still I think, "What she fuckin' old boy for?"
At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for?
Five times jake, Dej could push it and stamp it with Star Wars
You could go and ask Birdman, I'd push with apple, apple before
Five hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load
Eight million dollars up in jewelry, tell my wife to count her own
I just got my sons fitted, tell them bitches that we on
Go tell lil' Morg that I did it, bitch, I'm gone
Grandma Native American, private land that I own
Never once I'll settle, shit, mentally, I done grown
Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy, this shit ain't no façade
The real king of BR, bitch, it ain't no lease for it
Could elevate my garage, this elevation too hard
Told you I want a new mansion before I see my lil' boy
I say my life is too fancy and I don't even much show it
Take ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire going
One in the morning, me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign
Got hikers trailing around all night, security draw down what you doing
Coyotes runnin' 'round at night
I know neon inside the lawn
Update her pictures, everything upper echelon
One Percocet, one Xanny
Plus one stick for the night, then I say I'm done
I'm scared as fuck when my door close
Better not come inside on this gun
I'll send my sister to an island and I'll call her once I'm done
When it respond, it said wrong number, she was tryna send my son
I'm so fucked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sun
They be tryna see if I'm dead, I never go outside for nothing

Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle
Then we both floatin' 'til tomorrow
I say, I had a dream I told Three
Pray hard, he chose me
AI, was sixteen with a hundred G's
With a thirty-eight with a hammer on it
Tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it'd be that none of my niggas never change
I'ma forever stack these millions, tryin' my hardest bein' a man