Testo Akbar - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone Akbar (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album New Hip Hop Icons
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My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah
With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard
Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard
Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the North
But I say "always, all praise to my god"
Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car
Red bandana tied 'round the rod
Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star
All red bottoms lookin' like I walked on the scene
Homicide diamonds with the pistol
Young nigga came up still runnin' from the system
Caught his homeboys stealin' out the pack so he clipped 'em
Feelin' down, need somebody for to lift him
He been fightin' with his girl 'cause he say that they don't feel him
Momma say that he got drugs in his system
New image, old me, said they missed him
How the fuck I'm supposed to act when my father in prison
Tell another nigga listen, back then I ain't listen
Real Blood with some young niggas 'round me Crippin'
With some old heads out of jail leave a nigga missin'
Lot of money but they still don't understand how I'm livin'
From the streets to the can, either way I'm livin'
Boomer rip a nigga up one second in a minute
Tell a nigga hit me up if he really got tension
My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah
With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard
Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard
Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north
But I say "always, all praise to my god"
Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car
Red bandana tied 'round the rod
Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star
What I say? Press the button in the door, open up
Let my nigga out the whip, ain't no shootin' out the Wraith
Got the back and the front sewed up
Tell him spin around the block right before you catch a play
Came home started selling ayay
Got some dog food on me with some Ac' in the case
Got a K right in my home if you run in my place
Put a bullet in his dome, watch it exit his face
On my knees prayin' to God tellin' him I'm
Goin' home if I don't live up to goin' hard
One night I ain't go home,
Girl actin' crazy 'cause she mad that I'm livin' like a star
Bitch I'm straight up out them trenches, I ain't never had a heart
Ain't no plug, ain't no socket, I ain't never had a car
And you want them fancy things so you better play your part
Told that bitch you don't work then I swear you gon' starve
My nigga tellin' me to pray to Allah
With some cold blooded killers standin' right in front the yard
Everybody got a pistol, needed one, got it hard
Sellin' drugs, havin' fights, it was hard in the north
But I say "always, all praise to my god"
Left a stain in the street when we spin out the car
Red bandana tied 'round the rod
Hope my girl could forgive me livin' life like a star (like a star)
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Writer(s): Steve Thornton, Cooper Mcgill, Kentrell Gaulden
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