YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
"Goals"

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I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door but I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad, but I know that it's a lot for me to do

I was tired of doing the same thing, got serious, then I changed lanes
They knowin' that we bust brains, but that ain't why I decided to change
Put my focus into main business, lookin' for a half a ticket plane
Tryna find some' that fit the description of my pain
My name to some people ain't looked over
Go find you sum to look over
Since young, never been a push over
Got the bag like a book holder
Nigga, you gon' make me mad and we gon' spin on 'em
Did the dash inside the 'Lamb and then he crash, ain't get a dent on 'em
That's my lil' homie
Remember posted at the store, ain't have a cent on me
One uniform, went to school everyday the same lint on me
Needed help to stand up straight and then they bent on me
Dirty bitch was catchin' fire and I wouldn't even piss on her

I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door but I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad, but I know that it's a lot for me to do

Switched the motto, I ain't hit the lotto, but my bag different
Skippin' school with my dawg, wasn't really tryna bag with me
Fell in love once, but, mmm, I said my grandma was different
I'm like, "Mmm," I'm a millionaire, I ain't worth the kidding
That's me, just think
Too much money, separate the bank
2012, I'll use the shoebox
I don't really like to talk, I ain't bein' rude now
Three hundred thousand a be for fashion
And I still'll probably pass it off
I don't give no fuck as long as we got a gat on us
That's a new edition
She don't want me, she feel like my heart old
Why you on my heart? Lord
Take it slow, I ball on and off court

I took the top off the motherfuckin' coupe
They closed the door but I still made it through
Flooded my neck, look how much I done grew
Overtime for to make sure I don't lose
Run it up with my partner, give a lot to my mama
Doin' bad, but I know that it's a lot for me to do