| That’s Vade on the keys
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| Every morning
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| I just gone and did it
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| That’s somethin', nigga, YoungBoy
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| And I don’t like who I am
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| I don’t like it one bit myself (Not one bit)
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| They don’t understand me ('Stand me)
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| I don’t understand myself (Myself)
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| My sis say that she heard «Boom»
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| As they tried bringin' grandma on back inside the livin' room, oh, ah-ah
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| I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (Oh, God)
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| Outside church shoes, so don’t get a Bible
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| Self-made warrior (Warrior), I done slept on concrete beds and all (And all)
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| Got tears fallin' down (Down), you can’t tell behind the collect calls (You
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| can’t)
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| If I stay against the wall (Wall), even if I don’t, we all fall (All fall)
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| Black man, can you lend a hand? |
| (Hand) We loadin' up, takin' back what’s ours
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| (Takin')
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| Uncle died breakin' in a house, this shit so grimy (So grimy)
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| He gon' do that time to take your time, the shit’s so slimy (Slimy)
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| Inside a house, split a bedroom, I guess what I miss (What I miss)
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| Inside the streets where I lay, outside that buildin' I is (Where I is)
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| It’s some street nigga facts, this ain’t no poetry (No)
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| Outside that wall we leavin' blood in the street (No)
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| Fuck the wicked now, my soul, my family, she keep
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| I’m already burnt, someone please hold on to me
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| And I don’t like who I am
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| I don’t like it one bit myself (I don’t like it one bit myself)
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| They don’t understand me (They don’t understand me)
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| I don’t understand myself (I don’t understand myself)
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| My sis say that she heard «Boom»
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| As they tried bringin' grandma on back inside the livin' room, oh, ah-ah
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| I been doin' right knowin' you do right by your child (Oh, God)
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| Outside church shoes, so don’t get a Bible
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| I ain’t in the skies, head in the skies, plenty times I done cried (Cried)
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| Plenty nights outside steady slangin' fire, bet my life for a while
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| I done been baptized, but still I don’t know
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| Are we forgave for killin' ones who tried?
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| Or for murderin' ones who murdered our brothers?
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| And the shooters see God, those the ones died
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| And that shit made me can’t sleep at night
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| Wake up at six every mornin', blind man on drank, I don’t know why
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| The one that sleep outside every night, you know that that’s a lie
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| Destiny, give me a rush, say what’s the hype
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| You got the drop, then what’s the price?
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| Yeah, we gon' pop his head tonight (Pop), we gon' knock him off tonight (Pop)
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| Pop, pop, pop, pop
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| Ohh-ohh-ohh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Top Files, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song 38 Baby 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп