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letra de chose this life - youngboy never broke again

chose this life lyrics
[intro]
(i need to talk to mike laury
h-llo? this mike laury)
blah, yeah, 38 baby
(dubba-aa flexin’)
i’m straight out the nawf for real, i bleed that
believe that, gang, yeah, yeah
(this is the sound)
slime, oh, yeah
they [?] ’cause i stay smilin’, [?]
love the only thing i ever wanted, yeah (believe that)
pride the only thing i ever [?]

[verse 1]
they say when you get a name, they wan’ put you under
they say when you start gettin’ money, they wan’ take it from ya
they say when you show no love, they start hatin’ on ya
what go around, comes around, i put yo’ face in karma
looks can be deceiving, dreams, i started achievin’
i’m on the [?] inside the [?], lord, i really need ya
when i was broke, ain’t have n0body, tell me who these people?
i’m ready for to zip somebody, b-tch, give me the reason
look out the window when i ride and i see a message
homeless people in my eyes and they really helpless
teenagers k!llin’ left to right, right up in my section
i give ’em money but sometimes i feel like they might test me
i told my girl “you the one i want up in my life”
you fell in love with a thug, now you done rolled the dice
run with my n-ggas and they know this life i live ain’t right
i did my dirt, but now i pay the price
[chorus]
but baby, i’ma rider, yeah, oh (i’ma rider)
i turn myself to a survivor, yeah, oh (i turn myself to a survivor)
i chose this life, so i accept this sh-t how it come
i wonder when the tables turn, will i get kilt by a gun?
i can’t complain ’cause it’s hard to make it out where i’m from
i stay the same, i rep that gang, i’m steady screamin’ “red rum”, yeah

[verse 2]
yeah he died at sixteen, ready for my time to come
i’m ’bout it, [?] with that shotty, i done upped with the pump
don’t let that fame get you mislead, b-tch, you know that it’s dumb
i shoot that b-tch right in his head, then i throw up where i’m from, yeah
homicide on my trail, from that boy with them dreads
i ain’t touch that n-gga, but he shoulda thought about what he said
white tee shirt, we hit ’em up and then we left that b-tch red
i ain’t k!ll n0body, i stand on it, b-tch, you know how we play it, yeah
top shotta, keep that rifle on side the bed (ba)
up with that draco and we left ’em for dead, yeah (ba)
we racketeerin’, we don’t talk to the feds, yeah, yeah

[chorus]
but baby, i’ma rider, yeah, oh (i’ma rider)
i turn myself to a survivor, yeah, oh (i turn myself to a survivor)
i chose this life, so i accept this sh-t how it come
i wonder when the tables turn, will i get kilt by a gun?
i can’t complain ’cause it’s hard to make it out where i’m from
i stay the same, i rep that gang, i’m steady screamin’ “red rum”, yeah
[outro]
woah, slatt (slatt)
(this is the sound)

- youngboy never broke again

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