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YUNG We aint goin broke nomo, Nope, We aint goin broke nomo, Hell naw nigga, We aint goin broke nomo, Yungins, we ain't goin broke nomo, X4 I Fell like Akena, No prefaces niggas, just reference my brothers, My brothers ain't niggas, These Terms of endearment, they finally get it, They hearing ""my nigga"", we mean bigger picture, That ain't to say that our sisters is bitches, If I call her bitch, she was probably bitching, Relations like prolly never existed, If we ever listened, like how are we different, And still my community duckin the coonery, Rewriting stereotypes hella beautifully, Years later, they gon think they can not f*ck with my people, We knitted, atomically, doing we, Minding our business, rebuilding our system, And raising our yungins to protect our image, Heal all that trauma, and thrive in your business, Whatever at is, and watch, we be richest of richest, Prophecy call it, Pray for your growth like I pray for the morning, I need our people listen back on this, And understand, I got a vision all them, Or all y'all, or all us, whatever you call it, Puttin us first, that's the initial of it, Leave it to them, they'll work you for life and then leave you with nothing, We changing that, if we make it, my Yungin. We... We aint goin broke nomo, Nope, We aint goin broke nomo, Hell naw nigga, We aint goin broke nomo, Yungins, we ain't goin broke nomo, X4 Feel like we Yung, Youthful like we turning one, Under No Guidelines, who watching my son, Covid Season, we was all recluses, But today we goin out and having some fun, But if that vibe dont feel proppa, then partna, You Evanesco just as fast as you Tada, We get a lil ratchet, and sling some horchata, But never anything to threaten our commas, My yungins dont gaga, Not yet, on my mama, So dont call me papa, or daddy, or fatha, If they got a reason, My yungins go rata, So, Talk to me nice like you value your life, Ion got much but the family i chose, A head on my shoulders, and vision of gold, Some rhythm and poetry, ambitious goals, F*ck with ya guy if you trinna get right, Shameless plug, like the nigga selling children drugs, I never met son, Back then, prolly woulda gave him 2 hunnid, StreetPoet got a fist or a blick for 'em, Now I'm feeling like that nigga way back then, Comparing and contrasting our actions, Im sharing the feeling of passion with kids of the past tense, And hoping for magic for yungins to have shit, On we.