YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Shadows Lyrics

Shadows By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

(Pipe that s— up, TnT)

Underwater, starin’ at my shadow

Seem like I never see light

(Tre made this beat)

Cold world, no coat, no, no, no, no, no

Heartbreak, nowhere safe

Too much pain, where will he go?

I’m stayin’ strong

I look back like, “Now who done raised they tone?” (Oh yeah, yeah)

You in this b—- with a bunch of made n—–

You get your head blown (4KTrey, free DDawg, n—-)

Walked in this b—- with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all

Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they’d love to see me fall

I say 38, 4KTrey, that’s for life

F— all that fabricating, spray that K, take his life

I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride

How the f— you take that criticism? I know you tired

You ain’t got no time to be dating, I’m on that same s—

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I invited you, don’t give a f— ’bout who you came with

My love for you, not for your family, I’m known to blank s—

My trust for you been oh so damaged, where my pain went

I said big brother, oh, Dump, n—-, why you leave us?

I been buyin’ them foreigns back to back, these n—– can’t keep up

Tryna keep my mind from out the past, I’m smokin’ on reefer

Still things I’m learning, I’m tryna see how I’m gon’ keep up

Watch your words, said some s—, I’m tryna see ’bout it

This guitar hold thirty-two chords, and I got that six around me

I be in my own world, they make up stories, you can ask who be ’round me

I’m so mad at this world, not carryin’ this happiness, I’ma keep clowning


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I look back like, “Now who done raised they tone?” (Oh yeah, yeah)

You in this b—- with a bunch of made n—–, get your head blown

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Walked in this b—- with a half a million up in cash

I blow it all (Ayy, where my dogs at? There go the lab right now)

Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they’d love to see me fall

I say 38, 4KTrey, that’s for life

F— all that fabricating, spray that K, take his life

I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride

How the f— you take that criticism? I know you tired

Blow out the motor, hit the E-way, do the dash, n—-

Shorted your brother on that money, I ain’t mad, n—-

Patek steady bustin’ from the bezel, watch it flash, n—-

We say f— that fuss and chopper bustin’ at your a–, n—-

Every time they play that, I pop ’em, that’s why you mad, n—-

I be up in my feelings all the time, I’m a sad n—-

And you the type that I can’t f— if I can’t laugh with you

Give a f— ’bout who you is, I’m only breakin’ bread with my n—–

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You ain’t Fat Black or Baby Joe

I don’t give a f— if I did time with you (On Baby, yes, sir)

I look back like, “Now who done raised they tone?” (Oh yeah, yeah)

You in this b—- with a bunch of made n—–, get your head blown

Walked in this b—- with a half a million up in cash, I blow it all

(Real hoes don’t make choices from emotions, they control theyself)

Came from the bottom, beat some cases, they’d love to see me fall

I say 38, 4KTrey, that’s for life

F— all that fabricating, spray that K, take his life

I pull that Maybach out the garage and ride

How the f— you take that criticism? I know you tired

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