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youngboy never broke again - sky cry lyrics

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[intro]
oh, oh, i’m good
oh, oh, i see things i shouldn’t have seen
playboy on this b-tch but he ain’t playin’ tho

[chorus]
i see your pain, through the skies in the backyard
i know you love me, baby you ain’t gotta act hard
i’ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred
down for the gang, gotta use your brain, we gone make the rocks hard

[verse 1]
shawty say go when it’s time
i thought you was under this here but you not
puttin’ up with your sh-t way too many times
everybody you know say you never was mine

[refrain]
let a n-gga come try, and get hit with that iron
got a real big heart, but i’m real deal slime
get a real bad b-tch, i’ma make her mine
i’m a real street n-gga who be totin’ that iron
she a real hood b-tch, she the rich n-gga kind
she a real good girl, some sh-t on her mind
post up at the trap with the stick outside
every b-tch in the truck, neither one my kind

[verse 2]
have a daughter by choice, i’ma name her kind
come and knock at the door with the rod in the ride
ray ray, riri, the arabian tribe
you a never get far with you tellin’ them lies
i know you never left me, and i know you probably right for me
and i can’t say why i’m leaving
i just wanna tell you it’s hard, no it ain’t easy being me
and you don’t know how to play your part wit’ a n-gga
on stage turnt up wit’ the hardest of n-ggas
you need to go read a thesaurus to n-ggas
them shooters they sleep wit’ that rod in a pillow
you tried to make a choice, but your heart in the middle
i see your soul in the sky through a symbol
no insurance for the incidentals
real b-tch go hard for they n-ggas

[refrain]
let a n-gga come try, and get hit with that iron
got a real big heart, but i’m real deal slime
get a real bad b-tch, i’ma make her mine
i’m a real street n-gga who be totin’ that iron
she a real hood b-tch, she the rich n-gga kind
she a real good girl, some sh-t on her mind
post up at the trap with the stick outside
i’m a real street n-gga, who be totin’ that iron

[chorus]
i see your pain, through the skies in the backyard
i know you love me, baby you ain’t gotta act hard
i’ma leave a stain, shots to the brain, left the whole block scarred
down for the gang, gotta use your brain, we gone make the rocks hard



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