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[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
You hear me, I say, I say (Stay off this shit dawg)
It's real, I got a real meanin' to these tat's on my sleeve
(Buddah Bless this beat)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (Get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (Die)

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I got a plan for all these niggas
Thinkin' they can play with us
Wastin' time, feel like I can't gain enough
Countin' this money up, gave me paper cuts
How they feel that they even brave than us?
When nеither one ain't 'bout facin' nothin'
When my wholе career I done put shit under
Broke bread when niggas ain't give me nothin
Left dead bodies all on the corner
Ambulance, oh, you picked 'em up
Brought 'em to them people, they stitched 'em up
Detectives wanna know who ripped 'em up
Young nigga got gang ties
Name some other young niggas thats rich as us
All them niggas, they old as fuck
We the ones control shit, they don't want nothin'

[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
The neighbor gon' tell if you squeeze that pistol
I done seen it my nigga
What you gon' do, diffuse the bomb?
Check out the scenery, lil' hitta
You can see my eyes, you can see my mouth
This ain't no beanin' my nigga
Soon as he swing, he close his mouth
Up the beam, first thing that hit'em
The lawful shut the block down
But how I feel, fuck it
We gon' travel, chase that money
Do what it take, gon' keep it comin'
A nigga play we know to slump 'em
Reinforcement, convoy, talkin' numbers
Been a mastermind since I was little
Since a child at six, Ben been my nigga
Touch three, I 'pose to zip my hitta
I can't, he ain't blood, but sometimes shit, water thicker
I done seen niggas wet the car wit' children up in it
Real heartless niggas (Real heartless niggas)
Came from the block, to this day juvenile totin' .40 pistols
Totin' on a hundred rounds
Manufacture towing all essentials

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here
(Might get robbed if you come here)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (You can die at any moment)
Open arms, ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
(Open arms)
Might get robbed if you come here (Ooh)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause its a must on this side
You can die at any moment (You can die)

[Outro: Birdman]
Yeah, Rich Gang
I tell my lil' nigga what it is and what it is
How it's gon' go, it's just simple
We gon' do it better than them older niggas did it before us, ya' heard me?
Big money shit, pimpin'

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