More songs by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Description
It seems as if the heavy air of the neighborhood has condensed into a single point and burst out - loudly, defiantly, but with a strange longing somewhere inside. In words - anger and the habit of living on guard; in beat - the metallic screech of wheels on asphalt. Outwardly bravado, inwardly that quiet fatigue when even victory cannot dispel loneliness. The result is a potent cocktail: money, weapons, vows of loyalty, and suddenly, unexpected lines about FaceTime before bed. The irony is that true vulnerability always sounds louder than any machine gun.
Lyrics and translation
Original
Oh, look what you've done to me
It's freedom now (Mally Maw)
Oh, look what you've done to me
More money, more solutions (DJ Khaled)
NBA YoungBoy, DESHAWN
(Fire, Fire, Fire) fire for your head
Another bag, okay, this time, I'm 'posed to be on they ass, okay
This a time me and Ten ridin' 'round with a Drac' inside Montana Jag'
Okay, nigga know I cut up and get 'em bust, don't make me fuckin' mad
When they sat me down, you laughed, now turn around, it's that
He's a soldier, he's a loner, didn't plan on goin' all by his self
And I was wrong I ain't know, but I can see that I'm older
You don't hurt nobody 'cause you hurtin' yourself
And 'fore I sleep tonight, we should FaceTime, I wanna see your eye
It's a mystical feelin' in the sky, for your Iove I connive
It's like a drug, for your love I'm gon' ride
It's in the sky, I'll sling up for my guy
How the fuck you swervin' on your opp, pop, then you hit a child?
Nigga, I just swerved and hit my rim, I need another tire
We don't follow rules, nigga fuck them people, we need another trial
Everybody be 'bout that 'til the stick go boom, now ain't nobody 'round
We plannin' to lay everybody down, I'm plannin' to see everybody on
Late night, I'll be runnin' to my wife to write my rights, I'm feelin' wrong
I done fucked with ice I fucked with Rome, right now I'm strong, I'm gettin' it on
This that DESHAWN mixtape
(Mally Maw)
DJ Khaled
(Scorp)
All these watches, I could put you and your favorite rappers deal together
All dick-riders, I think it make sense if y'all all live together
4KTrey we all pop shit 'cause we all kill together
New whip, new bitch, new house, this the way to live for steppers
Nigga know Sex Money Murder, it's Taliban, free all my rebels
Get him murdered if he playin' a hand, he know I'm 'bout whatever
Tell Kasino that I love him, know the 5 see me blazin'
Ball help me for to get 'em, now, he X'd out from the table
Another bag, okay, this time I'm 'posed to be on they ass, okay
This a time me and Ten ridin' 'round with a Drac' inside Montana Jag'
Okay, nigga know I cut up and get 'em bust, don't make me fuckin' mad
When they sat me down, you laughed, now turn around it's that
He's a soldier, he's a loner, didn't plan on goin' all by his self
And I was wrong I ain't know, but I can see that I'm older
You don't hurt nobody 'cause you hurtin' yourself
And 'fore I sleep tonight, we should FaceTime I wanna see your eye
It's a mystical feelin' in the sky, for your Iove I connive
Ay, free all them 5s, free all them blazers
You already know how we do, nigga
You ain't hot, fuck you nigga, you cool
Believe that, believe that
It's a mystical feelin' in the sky
And I could-, you heard me? Ay, this shit born this airborne, my nigga
I could pop that to you for sure
It's only one way to go
A lot of niggas I don't fuck with no more
A lot of niggas exposed they selves as hoes
But that's how that go
The determined always given to the one who chose, nigga
All that lame shit, all that lil' boy shit ain't goin' on
Get from 'round me, nigga
'Veeta, fuck how you feel nigga, this how I feel
This slime, Velveeta
Fuck 'em all, they ain't never believe in us anyways
Fuck 'em all, this shit don't sound like a tape
This shit sound like a album, DESHAWN