Life N Glory Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
(Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin’)
Oh
(It’s Malik on the track)
Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle, then we both floating ’til tomorrow
I say I had a dream, I told Three, pray hard, He chose me
AI, I was sixteen with a hundred Gs
With a .38 with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it’ll be that none of my niggas never change
I’ma forever stack these millions, trying my hardest being a man
Hold up, wake up, crank up the Rolls Royce, that shit was no choice
Know that I gotta keep a double R in my garage
I got XD, equipped a light and beam
It ain’t never less than three security running round the yard
They talk ’bout how I made it far, I had it hard, though
Sold South and hood dope
I’m a fucking shame if Three go back to selling Ps
Know we both might relapse with a five hundred load
Play with my heart, I might relapse with five hundred hoes
I’m on that money, I leave no gap, I’m flying in that Rolls
I’m still that same youngin, I was floating off of twenty tryna take some shit down
“NBA a bitch,” they say, still hiding when I come around
Five hundred thousand on that bitch in one day, she staying down
I got two wanna come take me out on the lake like right now
I need two for to just it all in they face like a towel
I’m so cool, got that G-Wagen lift up inches like a [thesaurus?]
Switch my rims out the place, ain’t no way they could ignore it
I been making all these pussy-ass niggas mad, I ain’t getting bored
I take one M for one month, just splurge, I just blow it
Who gon’ take something? You just one cut, you gon’ die inside that board
Atlanta projects, got them hitters tryna blow something, they knowing
Fuck that fine, that’s a [?]
Day I not breathe, leave my last to my son
She so fine, she had fooled me, I knew what I was doing
I can’t say that my lil’ slime ain’t tell me nothing
They don’t like how all these diamonds on us
They don’t like how we be shining on up
And I stay out behind my money
Put a bitch off in the trunk, and never again you ever see ’em
Put eighty grand on top of your head and your relatives
No hesitation, show ’em to [?] he done felt the steel
Fuck wrong with me ’cause all I think end a nigga career
[?] soon as you die, had your family in tears
We make three bodies drop one night, gravedigging for real
We hit our knees, cry to Messiah, I swear to stay still
Fuck wrong with these niggas, I swear it ain’t hard to be real
If it was your partner, he can hold down a charge of the year
Picked up that powder, he done put down that boy for this year
Promise his wife that he wouldn’t buy no more cars this year
Valuable chick, I had to look, best see stars in the rear
Smoking back to back on Joe’s, I’m waiting for his heart to just fail
Fuck it, told his wife that he wouldn’t buy no more watches this year
Life been getting so frightening, need to send out a hawk to stay clear
Seventy-five built like Elvis, feel like my uncle in here
Knowing that I would never be shit with the most money in here
Who got the most money in there?
Five grand enough for her to take granny flowers up here
Dropping nothing, that’s a hundred, that’s clear, I send me a hundred through there
Hiding behind my money, you’ll die if you run up in here
I bought ear pieces, want money, you’ll die ‘fore I even [?]
Tryna shoot drones out in that night, they too close to the car porch
Cut off my phone late at night, what you picking my heart for
Know she got me, but still I think, “What she thinking her boy for”
At night, I bleed, no serenity, who you think the scar for?
Five times [?] could push it and stamp it [?]
You could go and ask Birdman, I’d push [?]
Five hundred thousand just one verse, my voice a whole load
Eight million dollars up in jewelry, tell my wife to count her own
I just got my son fitted, tell them bitches that we on
Go tell lil’ Morg that I did it, bitch, I’m gone
[?] of American private land that I won
Never once I’ll sell the shit, mentally I done grown
Eight hundred thousand on the watch, my boy, this shit ain’t no facade
The real king of B yard, bitch, it ain’t no lease for it
Could elevate my garage, this elevation too hard
Told Drew I want a new mansion before I see my lil’ boy
I say my life is too fancy and I don’t even mature
Take ten thousand dollars for to keep my fire going
One in the morning, me and my engineer go sit inside the foreign
Got hikers trolling round at night, security draw down, what you doing?
Coyotes running round at night, I know neon inside the lawn
Update her pictures, everything upper echelon
One Percocet, one Xanny, plus one stick for the night, then I say I’m done
I’m scared as fuck when my dope close, better not come inside on this gun
I’ll send my sister to an island and I’ll call her once I’m done
When it respond, it said wrong number, she was tryna send my son
I’m so fucked up chemically and mentally, I hate the sun
They be tryna see if I’m dead, I never go outside for nothing
Chippewa talking, my brother first car two rods, one bar
We split that bitch down the middle, then we both floating ’til tomorrow
I say I had a dream, I told Three, pray hard, He chose me
AI, I was sixteen with a hundred Gs
With a .38 with a hammer on it, tryna leave shit dead on scene
Mama, I swear to never live my life in glory
And if I had one wish, it’ll be that none of my niggas never change
I’ma forever stack these millions, trying my hardest being a man
