Correction Lyrics The Bigger End by Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Some gotta give, this sh*t here gotta end
Say I done been through so much sh*t
I done lost hella friends
Hatin' on me that been the biggest trend
Deposit that I worked so hard for
That's the bigger end
I think some things, it just won't never end
Wish it never started
I'm happy that we not together
Back then wish we never parted
And go our seperate ways, it can't be saved
Visit grandmom grave
I get discouraged and then I talk to Davе
Feelings still can't be tamed
Emotions can't be controllеd
I'm out here fighting for my soul
They want me to be that who I am not
Everything they want it gone
Thinking isn't there a different world underground?
It's better I'll leave it now
I can take my lick, I ain't take that lick
When them bodies drop don't make a sound
F**k that b*t*h, I don't need that hoe
She can hit the road, I kick her out
She gon' have another n***a before the next month come around
I done came up, I done struggled, n***a
I done suffered in that town
Stood ground and when they played I left out bodies to be found
I didn't entertain even when they labelled me the clown
I ain't play games even when you thought I wasn't gon' hold it down
And I did, even when they talked about me
Carried on, stayed, who I'm is
And when them n***as thought that they was finally safe I split they wig
Don't give a f**k what you gotta say about me
Just leave out my kids
I finessed the game without no cheat code, it ain't rigged
Young n***a pray to God, he get mad and then he sin
And then he pray again like, forgive what I just did
Ooh, ooh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him (They don't like him)
Planning to on sight him (To on sight him)
Say he won't run, he rather die (Rather die)
Can you hand me a tissue? (Tissue, tissue)
Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now (And I can't let up now)

Stop that, under my arm I keep the Glock at
Tell that n***a try that
He don't come correct he gon' get popped at
Better be about that, just me and Ten controlling my set
One of 'em try to take that
Right in that north he get knocked off at
Take a loss then bounce back
I praise to Three cause he who talk that
I'm gon' walk that walk, yeah
Just like Montana, do no talking
Herm be the black sheep
He out all night, he do the stalking
N***as say they want beef
We make they family buy they coffin
I'm a mastermind just like my oldest uncle Gerald
Most of us don't receive joy, this a dirty world
Roll a n***a a** up in a sack and smoke 'em like my auntie Joyce 'nem
Grandpa your hard work that you showed me will help me prevail
Ooh, ooh, none of this ain't normal it don't feel right
In the streets, the industry they don't like him
Planning to on sight him
Say he won't run, he rather die
Can you hand me a tissue?
Cause they gon' start to think I'm weak if they see me cry
Don't start to think they got me beat if I let up now

To my n***as that I miss you, ooh, ooh
While I'm running through the streets, can you protect the slime?
And once it all falls down I should come out fine

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