GREAT4 ft. DB Direct Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah

It's the Youngblood heat (yeah)

I'm young I got swag (swag)

Call me young swag I'm your dad

Did the Michael like I'm bad

I changed the cycle that I had hu

Why you sad?

You got a good life more than theirs

So wipe your tears and then be glad

We so lucky we ain't there (lucky we ain't there)

On my mama I feel red

When my toe done hit the edge

It could be worse I could of bled (It could be, what)

What's the word?

We moving tons

Yall heard what I said

I ain't bout to be done

Until I'm dead

We shoot this truths

In all these heads (Youngmoze)

Talk to 'em

Rich rich ice (ice)

But my bag be full of rice (I got it)

He done pulled up (skrt)

With a Rari and his (skrrt)

Car be looking nice (so what?)

Youngmoze still be loving life

And I still be doing it right

I'm just on the grind

Like all the time

And chilling with Jesus Christ (sheesh)

Amen

Back in the building like Vann Dam (Vann)

Breaking these walls like Samson (Sam)

I followed God's calling cause I'm the man (man)

Mans be balling but still a fan

Still a lamb

Still get scam

Life gone hit no matter when

But I'm just greatful to be stable

Perfect, see

I'm young I got swag (swag)

Call me young swag I'm your dad

Did the Michael like I'm bad

I changed the cycle that I had hu

Why you sad?

You got a good life more than theirs

So wipe your tears and then be glad

We so lucky we ain't there (lucky we ain't there)

On my mama I feel red

When my toe done hit the edge

It could be worse I could of bled (It could be, what)

What's the word?

We moving tons

Yall heard what I said

I ain't bout to be done

Until I'm dead

We shoot this truths in all these (It's the Youngblood H...)

Yo what you saying?

It's DB

I ain't do it for the money or the fame

Got that young swag flow

To the hills I aim (Yeah)

I'm running with dangerous flame

Got the brazy force

I'm talking 4th of may (uh huh)

Trottin' on the beat with Youngmoze

Got the neck on froze

Up next who knows?

Best believe DB

Swear down that's me

And you know it stay clean

When we cook up the scene (it's DB)

Finna be whipping them beamers

Them two or four seaters

That blacked out interior

Match ten millimeters

No stressin' exterior

Then finish a winner

Like Jesus superior (perfect) yeah

Takin' trips like Origi

The doubts do not faze me

They gotta come harder (come harder)

I'm scoring that banger vs Barca

Then dippin' to AC

All cash dripped in Prada

I'm young I got swag (It's DB)

Call me young swag I'm your dad

Did the Michael like I'm bad

I changed the cycle that I had

Why you sad?

You got a good life more than theirs

So wipe your tears and then be glad

We so lucky we ain't there

Perfect