NFL YoungBoy (feat. Porche Boxx)

T-Dog Ragedy, voice of the ghetto, forty God Feel like the walls done closed on him Hoping that the gang don't fold on him Feeling like the hood got a hold on him Thank God he never told Streets cold, but you know what that cold taught him Plenty niggas die with that pole on them, long as you love it Catch a body, better know what it come with Ain't no crying if they catch you and judge it I'm really above it, only pussies pop shit for the public I don't want it, this shit just ain't for me, so I dub it I'm disgusted, them niggas sat in front of the police and they discussed it When niggas know too much of anything, I don't trust it Don't you got an open felony? Jealousy? I don't trust it What you trying to put a shell in me, tell on me I don't trust it I just want the bread stack spread like mustard Joshua, I stand on any word that I Mustered My man had the plug on the water, let's get them dusted Any bitch I ever had and she played me, that bitch is busted I can't waste another minute out here Gotta take it how you give it out here Ain't no complaining if you banging, I'm just on a different mission out here They can't win until I'm finished out here Can't get rid of this feeling, I know it's real either Killed or They wanna trap me, tunnel vision on the million the devil tryna distract me F*ck All this pain on my shoulders heavy Shit ain't the same, but they know I'm ready I know the game, so they never get me Only the lord sit above us Pillow talkers, we don't talk under covers Stomp a nigga till his blood on my butters Call me bro, but are you really my brother? I don't think so Shit I think about while I drink, slow shouldn't drink Hard not to think of the days when I couldn't blink Remember niggas feeling a way cause I couldn't link Should thank me, I was tryna make sure that we wouldn't sink F*ck P-P-P-Porche Forty God P.B Uh, look P.B. and the Forty God This shit is forever immortalized When you see me I'm just keeping it organized Life ain't a joke, you levitating till you unable to float Which means you up and you down like the price of the coke In the hood we draw strings on the canvas The paintbrushes is hammers and them ski masks we wear em like pajamas Flip em up from time to time to make a scully A hustler spirit, we do it all to get the money I done been around all E. Troubs bids He came home, turned up, and did the same shit but he changed now Look how life became a phase now Him and E.J. in the park calling plays now This life is a trip with no pre-check They predicted us to be some rejects Young niggas, you can't tell me about no trenches at all We shared butter bagels with bros, hopped fences with broads Bust licks we had no baggies, used tissue and all UPS, I just send em and ball I just had some moon rocks, them shits like cinnamon balls Landlord told me give him a call, I'm just venting with Cauch When they see me they salute me, as porche I'ma hold it down cause they don't f*ck with them Jawns Painting a narrative like God aint Call, chinx and stack home Rest up, we gon' forever watch the throne Nigga, your handshakes ain't matching your smiles Nigga, I know, hoes on the top of the hollows, I keep the Ralo Stand on my own too, my balance was never a challenge Let's have a moment of silence