Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Understand, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Still Flexin, Still Steppin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.02.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Never Broke Again
Song language: English
No Understand |
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love |
Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was |
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug |
Don’t nobody understand when your hand out |
Feel the breeze, nowhere to sleep or to run and hide |
Unthoughtful game, they don’t see the pain when lookin' in your eyes |
I’m a bloody man, I don’t feel shame for all them niggas dyin' |
Holdin' on to my name with nothin' to claim, when through the night, I’m cryin' |
These bitches lyin', let’s face the fact |
Them bullets flyin', let’s talk 'bout that |
Couldn’t grab my strap, BaBa shot back |
I feel the pain of the innocent |
When I did my time, I ain’t feel nothin' |
It was for that man who was heaven-sent |
For that child who was grazed, she wasn’t supposed to deal with this shit |
I’m with the shit, point that Draco at your head (Bitch, what up?) |
But it don’t mean nothin' when them white folks talkin' 'bout bread |
Lost in your thoughts, without your fam, nowhere to stay |
Grew in that North, learned that’s one place where not to play at |
Cop cars come and take your child away |
Puttin' guns to the face, so ain’t nobody safe |
Scream 4KTrey, I wonder if I’m who the change is |
Can’t find forgiveness since the day heaven gates where my mans went |
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love |
Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was |
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug |
Don’t nobody understand when your hand out |
I wonder why wanna see me cry |
You fuckin' with the other side, probably wanna see me die |
We ain’t stop until we get 'em, thug, we bustin' at the ride |
Fuck how far these people bring me down, my head stay to the sky |
I’m a slime |
What’s the order? |
I ain’t do nothin' wrong, this what I’m taught |
They been fuckin' up the culture, tryna tell a nigga it’s law (It's not) |
My lil' nigga, he a vulture, he don’t know his mom or pa (Nah) |
He don’t even know what’s important, he just gon' knock your head off |
But I’m wrong for bein' safe in this home of the land |
And I stand for 3 and K, not once, not never, we ran |
I been bringin' food to the plate for either the fam or my fans |
Real niggas gon' know you hurtin', you ain’t gotta hold out your hand |
Hold your head, we will never fall |
As long as we stand, they’ll never call |
Or ask a nigga how they been or how they feelin' through the day |
They’ll be havin' greed or envy 'bout the money you done made |
But I want all you bitches to |
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love |
Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was |
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug |
Don’t nobody understand when your hand out |
Watch me burn before you bitches show me love |
Ain’t no wrong or rights, I can’t tell you how it was |
But I can tell you I was born to be a thug |
Don’t nobody understand when your hand out |