Testo Finest - YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Testo della canzone Finest (YoungBoy Never Broke Again), tratta dall'album MASA
(Ay, there, JB, you sauced up)
Huh
(Look, go)
I don't know what I do
I say, "God, who am I?" Prayin' to the sky
I'm anxious and I'm desperate, I be wishin' that I cry
Tired of situations, I be wishin' that I die
Top, why you keep complainin'? You'll forever be my child
Livin' wild, Father, this is not how I was raised up
Opps wanna frame us, D.A. wanna hang us
I'm sorry for my thoughts and actions that ain't to Your likin'
Man, I'm scarred, this ain't no façades, I don't really like me
I don't know who I could run to
I don't know where I could run and hide
Your intentions'll get you dead, I feel alive
Gangsters approachin', look what this come to
They tellin' me I'm that guy
While off inside, I'm still holdin' all the feelings of a child
Thuggin' at its finest (finest), murder at a all-time high
Hustlin' at its finest (its finest), all my life, I've been tryna get it right
I don't need You up and leavin' me, I need You here, oh, I
Pray on my knees at night, so the angels see
I am not who they said I am
Runnin' from my birthplace
Lord, it been an earthquake
Trust in my fire, oh, I been needin' some peace
Can You say when it's on the way?
Oh, bae, you love me? Can you fuck me like you do? (Huh?)
My job got us fussin', I've been hustlin' all for you
I done got up in some trouble, but can't tell you what I do
What I done, or what I did
I don't give a fuck, I speak the truth
I'll take my stick, blow out the roof
I made a T-top out the coupé
From KD car to a Bentley
I don't trip, they laughin' at my pain
I worry God as I'm sinnin'
Scary bitch, look at my chain
They swear to God that I'm winnin'
But I've been losin' and paranoid
Might be my boys tryna get me
Stuck in prison, fuck this system
Snortin' ice inside my nose
'Til I noticed that I'm trippin'
I'm the one who got control
Bitch, I made me eight million
Whole time that I was down
I don't give a fuck about no money
Might still catch me with a frown
Might still catch me with my wife Glock
I'm in Ogden on a white block
With the Treces, even though I fuck with Southside
Grandma passed away
Saw her on FaceTime that night, that mornin', she died
Tell me when it's comin', I've been waitin', five
I know you hear me
Thuggin' at its finest (at its finest), murder at a all-time high
Hustlin' at its finest, 'cause all my life, I've been tryna get it right
I don't need You up and leavin' me, I need You here, oh, I
Pray on my knees at night, so the angels see
I am not who they said I am
Runnin' from my birthplace
Lord, it been an earthquake
Trust in my fire, oh, I been needin' some peace
Can You say when it's on the way?
Oh, bae, you love me? Can you fuck me like you do? (Huh?)
My job got us fussin', I've been hustlin' all for you
I done got up in some trouble, but can't tell you what I do
What I done, or what I did
I don't give a fuck, I speak the truth
I'll take my stick, blow out the roof
I made a T-top out the coupé
From KD car to a Bentley
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Writer(s): Jason Goldberg, Kentrell Gaulden, Jeremy Bradley
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