Open Arms Birdman & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
You hear me, I say, I say (Stay off this shit, dawg)
It's real, I got a real meanin' to these tats on my sleeve
(Buddah Bless this beat)

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Open arms ain't on my side, it ain't no love for no kind
Might get robbed if you come here (Get robbed if you come)
Totin' guns, it ain't 'bout nothin' 'cause it's a must on this side
You can die at any moment (Die)

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I got a plan for all these niggas
Thinkin' they can play with us
Wastin' time, feel like I can't gain enough
Countin' this money up, gave me paper cuts
How they feel that they even brave than us?
When nеither one ain't 'bout facin' nothin'
When my wholе career I done put shit under
Broke bread when niggas ain't give me nothin'
Left dead bodies all on the corner
Ambulance, oh, you picked 'em up
Brought 'em to them people, they stitched 'em up
Detectives wanna know who ripped 'em up
Young nigga got gang ties
Name some other young niggas that's rich as us
All them niggas, they old as fuck
We the ones control shit, they don't want nothin'