Choppa Boy ft. Birdman Lyrics

Choppa Boy ft. Birdman - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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(Pipe that shit up, TnT)

Straight off this

(D-Mac on the fuckin' track)

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Ten thousand dollar robes

Top, you already know, son

You know how we livin'

B's up, we do this shit for the- you understand me?

Big money shit, blatt

Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top

He let off shots, wet up the block

Yeah, I remember that too

Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron

Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag

And he just want to thank God it grew

In this town we hustle different ways

Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage

I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away

Wish you was here to see how everything changed

Raised in a boys home, junkies and cellphones

We livin' that street life, we thuggin' but dead wrong

We duckin' the jake niggas but shootin' at fake niggas

We livin' this drug life, the money we make, nigga

Thuggin' it everyday, we shootin' the hallways

No playin', no fam, nigga

We standin' on what we say

We boss, nigga, and we do it like everyday

No cost, nigga, give a fuck 'bout what they say

And I miss my momma, and I miss my daddy

I miss my brother, I watch him ride in that Cadi'

I miss my blood and I miss that love

And I miss my cousin, I watched him die in his pain

Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top

He let off shots, wet up the block

Yeah, I remember that too

Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron

Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag

And he just want to thank God it grew

In this town we hustle different ways

Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage

I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away

Wish you was here to see how everything changed

I remember, met in the street with a nigga bag, everyday was bad

Me and JBoy sittin' in the trap, back and forth, rap

After that all night hustlin'

I done did time down, all alone

Seein' you wasn't around when I made it home

Ridin' in a drop on the same block they killed my cousin

At night, I done sing out my heart, so

Can't get my foot out the streets like I got shackles on

Dump, over fifteen million I done made since you been gone

Plus ain't been blowin' up my daddy I been livin' on my own

I hopped out once I set the plot, thirty rounds, all wooden chop

Couple blocks and I heard the shots

Thats Big E bussin', tryna stop

Got to watch over every penny, can't think 'bout nan dollar

I'm a put shit in the cemetery, and ball for my dead partners

Quail Drive, Choppa Boy comin' out the top

He let off shots, wet up the block

Yeah, I remember that too

Youngest nigga posted on the block totin' on that iron

Wit' a small sack, now he got a bigger bag

And he just want to thank God it grew

In this town we hustle different ways

Ones up in the grave and got thugs inside the cage

I'm stuck up in the streets and pray that it don't take my life away

Wish you was here to see how everything changed

Simple, put it on you

Put my life on it, my momma on it

Playin' no games, nigga, stay focused, boy

Ain't no slippin' in this pimpin'

Real rich nigga shit, Big money

Off in them hills, ha, high in them hills

Rich Gang