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letra de heart & soul / alligator walk - youngboy never broke again

[intro]
went to jail, came home
jason (haha)
man, say, i-i feel good, n-gga, i don’t—
and it’s— you know, my first time bein’ on the mic, n-gga
went to jail, came home
who am i? like, aha, who was i?
you know, i guess words don’t even matter
you know we movin’ forward
went to jail, came home, time passed, went back again
all the pain i felt inside myself, thought it would never end
i just thought i would blame myself, can’t even blame my friends
i was criticizin’ myself like, you ain’t never gon’ win

[chorus]
kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
i’m like, “kentrell, you got to stand up, it’s your time, i see it”
i’m like, “desean, thuggin’, you just hustlin’ backwards
n-gga, you done won
i just fail to accept that you not good for anyone”
oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
i can feel it in my soul

[verse 1]
they say that he ain’t gon’ be here long
i see myself on top the mountain
i’m smokin’ strong, i’m keepin’ strong
no more ridin’ with that window down
hangin’ out, tryna lay them down
my soul, i still ain’t think i found
when i tell bro on the phone
i ain’t even been worried ’bout no jewelry now
so my girl don’t want her a bust down
i ain’t even been worried ’bout the jury now
i been wanna do right since i touched down
i been watchin’ the way i influence now
i ain’t post not a picture, i moved on
i’m responsible to all these children now
even though they label me teflon
back into my normal home
back inside my closet, puttin’ that vlone on
daughter born, i had to listen while sittin’ on the phone
first time got her in my arms like, “i can’t leave you alone”
with all these thoughts on top my dome
[chorus]
kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
i’m like, “kentrell, you got to stand up, it’s your time, i see it”
i’m like, “desean, thuggin’, you just hustlin’ backwards
n-gga, you done won
i just fail to accept that you not good for anyone”
oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
i can feel it in my soul

[verse 2]
i ain’t beefin’ wit’ all these n-ggas, don’t even mention me
they gon’ k!ll me if they can
no need for dissin’, come get rid of me
i’m grown now, i’m a man
so tell ’em, “ain’t no time for sympathy”
i been holdin’ all these bands
don’t give a f-ck ’bout who not feelin’ me
or into me, intimate, not no consistency
she ain’t into me, yeah
havin’ you, you don’t know what it meant to me
it ain’t get to me, nah, every time that you said you ain’t sh-t to me
even though you meant the world to me
goin’ straight even though you curvin’ me
i ain’t worried ’bout all that courtesy
heart on top my shoulder now
i’ma sleep on top burberry sheets
can’t take no pill but i’m rollin’ now
can’t drink no lean but i’m focused now
can’t smoke no dope but i’m loaded now
can’t tote no gun but i’m strapped right now
lil top on top of the map right now
been dead but n-gga, i’m back right now
keepin’ this sh-t on track right now
i don’t take no adderall
pure washing make my feelings dissolve
phone ring, i decline that call
when it’s trouble, i get back with y’all
my hair hang on top my eyes, it fall
through the rain, i’m seein’ through all this fog
[chorus]
kentrell, you got to man up, you done had all these kids
i’m like, “kentrell, you got to stand up, it’s your time, i see it”
i’m like, “desean, thuggin’, you just hustlin’ backwards
n-gga, you done won
i just fail to accept that you not good for anyone”
oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, oh-oh
i can feel it in my soul

[transition]

[intro]
(no, shawn, you passed the limit)
cuttin’ up, cuttin’ up (this lil top)
cuttin’ up, cuttin’ up
b-tch, i’m cuttin’ up, like, yeah
cuttin’ up, cuttin’ up
boaw, baow, take off his face, huh
(cuttin’ up, cuttin’ up)

[chorus]
i’ma get ’em stepped on (huh)
hold ’em dead bodies for my n-gga
they been stepped on (stepped on)
do ’em dirty, do ’em bad (they know that)
i’m gon’ get you repped on (ayy)
got a shirt tied ’round his head just for a mask
and got the window down (ski)
keep yo’ heat, be cool, i’ma get all ’em gone
[verse 1]
i stopped the whip, hopped in the street
right inside my pants, where i tote the heat
dead bodies left right where i be
green flag, n-gga, know it ain’t no peace (no)
meechy still sellin’ dope from belmont way back in missouri street
top tryna split a n-gga from p street way back to south 13
b-tch my money up and i’m bootin’ up in a lexus like its ’99
b-tch i’m chewed up and i’m tooled up and i’m flexin’
you is not my kind
rich just got that maybach truck
jump in that b-tch, light up time
my empire, i been holdin’ up
but now they need to free them slimes
they the ones who go to spit my rhyme
only ones who down deserve my time
get loaded while i think ’bout youngin
need to win one million a million times
50 ar hold sixty, got it wit’ me in the city slidin’
ptr, i’m plastic grippin’, hit it, takin’ off your mind

[verse 2]
this that f-ck a hater talk, b-tch
really from the bayou
this that alligator walk, b-tch
real assassination sh-t
he gon’ put a wig on while he slang that stick
real food distributor, still drive navigators around this b-tch
thank this rollie i got blessed wit’ way from ’96
yeah, drop, i’m gon’ drop one
talkin ’bout lil top, you know ai, i keep a hot gun
loaded, i been rollin’, plus i’m mugged up ’cause it’s not fun
been in this b-tch and doin’ my sh-t since they was sayin’ he too young

- youngboy never broke again

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