Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song What I Was Taught , by - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Release date: 27.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
What I Was Taught |
| Shit, uh |
| I was in the car ridin with my um grandfather |
| On my daddy side, you know my daddy in jail, he told me |
| He was like |
| You gotta pay the cost to be the boss |
| Always been my dream for me to make it to the top |
| They act like they don’t believe me but shit I promise I won’t stop (no I want |
| stop |
| Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught |
| Forever ride for my bros what I was taught |
| Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught |
| Stack my money up til I can buy a vault |
| Stand on all 10 toes and hold ya own what I was taught |
| Uh never give up on my brother |
| Uh never say no to my sister |
| Young nigga come straight out that gutta |
| Errday on the block we be hustlin' |
| What I do gotta keep on the hunnit |
| If I get jammed want never say nothing |
| Everywhere that I go eyes be on me |
| Up from the hip if you try to take something |
| Triple war 38, here I’m from (the nawf) |
| I had to go hard to come up |
| I remember I stuck, I go hit tha lick by myself |
| Nigga know that’s the gang that I rep |
| I’m not sellin' my soul for wealth |
| Gotta maintain while I’m still takin' these steps |
| Free all my bros it’s still fuck 12 |
| Sippin' syrup while I gather my thoughts |
| Forever doin what I was taught |
| These niggas ain’t solid they runnin' they mouth |
| In Houston with Dopeboy I’m drippin' the sauce |
| Just went shot a video in the loft |
| Ridin' in a foreign never gave my way round |
| I’m finna be one of the dumbest in town |
| Got the major labels callin' my phone |
| I’m gang, Youngboy |
| You gotta pay the cost to be the boss |
| Always been my dream for me to make it to the top |
| They act like they don’t believe me but shit I promise I won’t stop (no I want |
| stop |
| Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught |
| Forever ride for my bros what I was taught |
| Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught |
| Stack my money up til I can buy a vault |
| Stand on all 10 toes and hold ya own what I was taught |
| Ride to that money like I work for brinks truck |
| Chasing that sack I can’t stop gotta run it up |
| Leaving my shows and them hoes they be chasing us |
| Flexin' so hard that them niggas be hatin' us |
| I remember ain’t nobody believe in us |
| They want a song, but no I don’t fuck with them |
| Not trusting these hoes, you know I ain’t lovin' them |
| He ain’t my gang, you know ion run with them |
| Callin' the shots what the fuck do you mean? |
| Ain’t no nigga roboting my beef |
| Me and twin full of pills on the scene |
| Got that hammer stuffed up in my jeans |
| Hit the stage and turn up with my team |
| Get that dough and perform then I leave |
| Ain’t got no time to meet and greet |
| I’m dosing off from that lean |
| But I’m back to back pouring up these 4's yeaahh |
| Catch me turnt up bad stuntin' on these hoes yeaahhh |
| Steady hit my dance, thuggin with my bros yeaahh |
| Always kickin' shit show em' how it goes yeaahh |
| You gotta pay the cost to be the boss |
| Always been my dream for me to make it to the top |
| They act like they don’t believe me but shit I promise I won’t stop (no I want |
| stop |
| Never fold, never speak on what I know, what I was taught |
| Forever ride for my bros what I was taught |
| Fuck that bitch and let her go what I was taught |
| Stack my money up til I can buy a vault |
| Stand on all 10 toes and hold ya own what I was taught |