YoungBoy Never Broke Again, Birdman — Black Ball
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On top the mountain
Lookin’ down on all these niggas hatin’ on me (god-damn)
And I see I got ’em all debatin’ on me, huh
Know I’m gon’ get paid, can’t take this hate all free (yeah-yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found
I was rollin’, thuggin’ hard with them shottas through town
But now I’m livin’ in my dream now, dream now
Draped down in designer, got these diamonds on my body
If you wit’ it, then I’m ’bout it, don’t care what these people hollerin’
I say, «Pop your shit, twin», know I got one cocked in, yeah
They want to stop this, no-no, no-not my friend
Stop the time, know they know one thing, that my slime
That’s my brother, that’s my sister, and they better not cross the line
Stop that cryin’, and you can’t stop that tryin’, and yeah
Run wit’ gravediggers, you gon’ end up dyin’, and yeah, huh
911 Porsche, drive this bitch in sport mode
Jumped straight off that porch, ridin’ with that torch, we play with Dracos
Lil’ bro, keep it cool until that case closed (case closed)
Until then, we live and ball and buy out all the stores (store, store)
On top the mountain
Lookin’ down on all these niggas hatin’ on me (god-damn)
And I see I got ’em all debatin’ on me, huh
Know I’m gon’ get paid, can’t take this hate all free (yeah-yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found
I was rollin’, thuggin’ hard with them shottas through town
But now I’m livin’ in my dream now, dream now (huh-huh)
Up your stick, 10, if I don’t shoot first, know I’m shootin’ behind you
That’s her thick friend, and no, I want ’em both, I ain’t decidin’
Now it’s nightfall, hold up, let me drop my son off
These niggas know I don’t like y’all, and know that I don’t wan’ talk
She know that I like her, she say that she like me
I wonder why she ain’t admitted it?
Clubhouse with the bad lil’ bitty bitches
They don’t see me but know that I’m kickin’ it
They be rappin’ my songs, they know how I get down
They know for a fact that I’m livin’ it
Now I wanna calm down, but here come the beef
And they know for a fact that I’m killin’ it
Uh, that my side bitch, they know that’s my best friend
Ooh, pop a Perky, ain’t no textin’, we be sexin’
Ooh, ain’t no flexin’, don’t wan’ meet your best friend, I’m rude
Ain’t no rest, sittin’ on top the mountain, just laughin’ at these fools
On top the mountain
Lookin’ down on all these niggas hatin’ on me (god-damn, let’s go)
And I see I got ’em all debatin’ on me (okay)
Know I’m gon’ get paid, can’t take this hate all free (yeah-yeah)
Try to block me out, blackball, but they see me now
In the slums, right in that North, where the fuck I was found
I was rollin’, thuggin’ hard with them shottas through town
But now I’m livin’ in my dream now, dream now
I say, «Pop your shit, twin»
Know I got one cocked in, yeah
