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letra de father - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
(made by fatboi, man, stop playin’)
(ayo, bleu)
god, i ask you to protect my soul
i’m caught in the life i chose
(go, fatboi)
mmm, mmm

[chorus]
i say, father, i’m sorry and i’m hopin’ that you do not fault me
i’m caught up slingin’ iron, god, n-ggas tryna off me
grandpa told me for to say my prayers ‘fore i lay down, oh

[verse 1]
choppers all in the coupe, tryna get at them, man, f-ck that n-gga
baby joe step ’bout boo, and i been steady tendin’ to them other n-ggas
fifty shots in this car, my brother with me, we both bust at n-ggas
rap n-gga steady dissin’ on them songs, but ain’t f-ckin’ with me
pull up in that cutlass with that tool (go), i got my top down
hop up out this b-tch and go to bustin’, that’s that glock sound (boom)
brpd still wan’ lay me down
ain’t no peace in this haunted town
said that i’m a ho, he a f-ckin’ clown, tryna turn a smile to a frown
poured up sippin’ mud, yeah, bang green with my thugs, yeah
thinkin’ that he want beats and he go to sleep, f-ck who he was, yeah
blood on top my shoes ’til i go six feet, we don’t got to clubs, yeah
only thing we do is wait outside, when he come outside, he f-cked, yeah
to my fallen gravediggers, watch over us while we outside
mask up with that green and leave out red on the other side
“bah, bah,” shots fired and big dump ain’t make it out
i can put this on bub, it ain’t gon’ stop until they all knocked off
[chorus]
i say, father, i’m sorry and i’m hopin’ that you do not fault me
i’m caught up slingin’ iron, god, n-ggas tryna off me
grandpa told me for to say my prayers ‘fore i lay down, oh

[verse 2]
i say, father, can you save me?
i don’t wanna upset you ’bout these n-ggas tryna play me
it’s hard, so i’m watchin’ all these n-ggas try to snake me
but i’ma keep my head on and stay with that dirty heat
bought from out the streets, so you know this b-tch dirty
and he do sh-t dirty, i’m talkin’ ’bout that thirty
see me out, up your burner, b-tch, i ain’t worried
whoever lose, they just deserve it, i just wan’ see you murdered
mindin’ my business, they just wan’ k!ll me, tryna figure out where lil top at
i ain’t playin’ sh-t cool, known to break all the rules and i’m posted up where it’s hot at
six-four, not two, top say, “now, do it,” they gon’ spin around where your block at (yeah)
p-ssy n-gga, spin back, come and get you a hat, but you know you ain’t on that, stop that
i done came a long way from lockdown, inside my cell with no mat
me and phat black, baby joe gone, banger bang, stand on that
n-gga better not come ‘cross that track
stick go, “pap-pap,” leave you flat
roll that b-tch up in a pack
my god, forgive me for that

[chorus]
i say, father, i’m sorry and i’m hopin’ that you do not fault me
i’m caught up slingin’ iron, god, n-ggas tryna off me
grandpa told me for to say my prayers ‘fore i lay down, oh

- youngboy never broke again

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