From the Bottom YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I come from the bottom, swear that I ain’t have a thing
Now these diamonds on my chains and these diamonds on my rings
Made it through the struggle, I ain’t ever change
Give a fuck about this fame, swear I through it all away
Ni**a diss me on the gram and you die the same day
NBA, 4K Trey, we gon bang till the grave
When we slide, ni**as die throw that pillow in his face
(HA HA)
We gone lay him in his grave
(Woah woah)

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I remember times, up the road I was locked
In Tallulah writing songs, couldn’t wait until I drop
Made it out then I popped, like a rocket to the top
Can’t believe I made it
Ni**as talking that shit when it’s 187, you know it’s a homicide
Ni**as be out they minds I really the slime, Ni**a won’t fuck with mine
How you gonna go to the gram to beef, when you know my ni**as outside
Hustle that Glock and tec-9, ni**a I’m still on the front line

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I come from the bottom, swear that I ain’t have a thing
Now these diamonds on my chains and these diamonds on my rings
Made it through the struggle, I ain’t ever change
Give a fuck about this fame, swear I through it all away
Ni**a diss me on the gram and you die the same day
NBA, 4K Trey, we gon bang till the grave
When we slide, ni**as die throw that pillow in his face
(HA HA)
We gone lay him in his grave
(Woah woah)