Shotta Soul (Explicit)

Shotta Soul (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

D**n

Ayo Drum

Play that b***h back

Oh d**n

Let me tell you n***as 'bout most of the

Most of the s**t

And I say

Danny got that juice

Had some problems

But

That's what made me who I am today

Today

They was tearin' me down

I ain't never break

I ain't never break

Interrogation

I ain't never say

N***a got hit up with that Drac'

Shh

Pow

Pow

I'm from the 'hood

You break the rules

You got to pay

You got to pay

I done made it on my own

Say

Amen

Amen

Amen

I'm protected everywhere I go

Mhm

Free my brothers in the sprinter van

Fifty cent chip bags from the store

Now

A young n***a got hella bands

Bands

I'm so high that I won't never land

I ain't graduate at all

But

You got a new house

So

I see

Grandpa

Okay

Say

I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf

I done made it too hot

I done knocked some off

That's a fact

Huh

Did so bad

I ain't think she come back

But

She still around puttin' up with my a*s

Eyes lookin' at Kelly

I was lookin' at Birk

Had to ask do she got some love for a bag

Put her a*s on that

If I cop one

I'll buy multiple

Woah

Love her

Still left her stranded

That's a shotta soul

Oh

I don't talk

Don't panic

Ride me like a rodeo

Oh

Ohh

I know that you see I'm worse than before

Oh-oh

But

If you mine

You'll stay on my side

Don't tell a n***a that can't take mine

Got way more money than I had before

Oh

But

He don't value what you mean

Now

I know

Now

You got to tell a n***a your time gone

My sons gone

My mind gone

They thinkin' that

They thinkin' that

Young n***a rich like Richie

Rich like Rich The Kid

I pay the bills

I pay my mama bills

And the lawyer fees

For my bro'

I'll probably sell the house

He say

Murder fees

Don't bring 'em me

Know I play for keeps

I knock some off

I knock some off

Black Range truck

Pull up sport

Take off

Skrrt

Skrrt

Let's go

Better not tell me s**t

I'm inside my house

Told a b***h she better watch her mouth

Watch

You know I'm a gangster

You know it ain't long 'til the day that they say I'ma die

Die

Not a child

I don't cry

Just make sure I'm focused

I'm rollin' with sticks in the ride

Sticks in the ride

And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child

You know that I ran up my Ms for my kids

Them racks

I ain't seen my daughter or son in over a year and still don't know what I did

What I did

Play games

N***a

I set the bait

Mask up

Ride with my TEC to blame

If I got 'em

Make sure I designer my kids

Lord know I grew up to Skechers

I ain't graduate at all

But

You got a new house

So

I see

Grandpa

Okay

Say

I love you 'fore I leave that Nawf

I done made it too hot

I done knocked some off

That's a fact

Huh

Did so bad

I ain't think she come back

But

She still around puttin' up with my a*s

Eyes lookin' at Kelly

I was lookin' at Birk

Had to ask do she got some love for a bag

Put her a*s on that

If I cop one

I'll buy multiple

Woah

Love her

Still left her stranded

That's a shotta soul

Oh

I don't talk

Don't panic

Ride me like a rodeo

Oh

Rodeo

Ohh