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Youngboy Never Broke Again - You Choose Lyrics

You Choose Lyrics[Intro]
(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
I—
(Dmac on the fuckin’ track), I don't know, I just swear I ain't the bad boy
People be thinkin' I'm stupid, they be tryna play me like I'm crazy and that shit— that just make me go crazy (Baow), huh
Caskets in my home like I'm prepared for the demons (Gang, nigga, ohh)
YoungBoy make code red, now these niggas scared (You already know how I get down)
Pussy can't hold his tonsils so my mama say leave him dead (We gon' wave him, uh, uh, wave him)
All this motherfuckin' money got a nigga stressed out (Fuck you, fuck that)
Life been on fed

[Chorus]
Life been on the linе since, I came out the womb
Exprеssin' my anger, I feel like I'm dumb
I don't like when I rest, when I sleep it be mercy
I ain't flying commercial, 'cause I can't bring a tool (Tool)
Steady droppin' them bodies till I'm in the dirt, till a young nigga funeral cover the news
Everybody been changin', admit that it hurt
But I'm ready for war and I'm never gon' choose (Choose)

[Verse]
Show 'em how to make a move off the back, boy
Labels takin' interest in a nigga and they backdoor it
Talkin' to them killers through the window, I'ma wreck yours
Real-made-nigga handle business, never set for it
Made for to come out the star, I was set for it, I guess to be used
All the bullshit you was with I was there for it, who really the fool? I'm takin' off
Hurtin' behind your love, I'm fucked up, but cannot fall
These hoes, they gon' be hoes, these niggas, I can't trust at all (Ooh)
All my feelings numb, I'm on drugs until I fall
I just won't get over y'all and that's all (Ooh)
I took off, left my heart in the streets
They used to call me a leech, I ran it up
They still ain't genuine or nothin'
They are not loyal to me, fuck if they get touched
Before I fly private, I stretch out my options, and hop on a bus
Lot of friends I don't know about
Bitch, you a snake, not the kind I could trust (Ooh)
I be checkin' my roundabouts, see I'm in trouble, I'll let the stick bust
Where he be, we be findin' out
Bitch, ain't no coppin' out, leave him for dust
I know you ain't shit you gon' fuck on whoever you feel you could trust
So I'm not beefin' 'bout these hoes
You keep her, and don't let her go

[Chorus]
Life been on the line since, I came out the womb
Expressin' my anger I feel like I'm dumb
I don't like when I rest, when I sleep it be mercy
I ain't flying commercial, 'cause I can't bring a tool (Tool)
Steady droppin' them bodies till I'm in the dirt, till a young nigga funeral cover the news
Everybody been changin', admit that it hurt
But I'm ready for war and I'm never gon' choose (Choose)