Thug of Spades YoungBoy Never Broke Again (Ft. DaBaby)
"Thug of Spades" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again featuring DaBaby, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, street life, and loyalty. The lyrics reflect the struggles and triumphs of life in the streets, emphasizing the importance of brotherhood and overcoming adversity. Musically, the song features a mix of melodic flows and hard-hitting beats, showcasing both artists' distinctive styles. Its cultural impact lies in its representation of the contemporary rap scene and the ongoing conversation about authenticity and survival in the genre.
[Chorus: DaBaby]
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Nah, I ain't trippin' on no bitch ass nigga
Be done had a nigga in a six-pack get a shit-bag, nigga (Let's go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it's probably 'cause his daughter wanna fuck with her lil' thick ass
My rich ass don't kiss ass
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the definition of what these niggas can't find
Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron
Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time
I ain't never change, I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind
Bitch, we die to live
Give a fuck 'bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I'm rockin' out, bitch, I'm known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time, really done gave the jail too many years
But I'm a young rich ass nigga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call
Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall
(Mommy, India got the beats)
I told them niggas put me on, had to run it up on my own
They was actin' like they ain't hear a nigga
Now even when I'm right, a nigga wrong (I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw, hey, Lilkdubb)
Now these niggas wan' see me gone
It's probably 'cause I'm a real nigga
[Verse 1: DaBaby]
Nah, I ain't trippin' on no bitch ass nigga
Be done had a nigga in a six-pack get a shit-bag, nigga (Let's go)
The judge wanna see me sit back
But it's probably 'cause his daughter wanna fuck with her lil' thick ass
My rich ass don't kiss ass
[Verse 2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
I'm the definition of what these niggas can't find
Pistol packin', half the times dreamin' 'bout slangin' some iron
Ayy, how you feelin'? I'm chasin' money, tryna catch up on time
I ain't never change, I'm still the same, I'll put that Glock to your mind
Bitch, we die to live
Give a fuck 'bout no Grammy, long as my son grow to be real
That heavy metal I'm rockin' out, bitch, I'm known to that keep that steel
Since I was nine to this time, really done gave the jail too many years
But I'm a young rich ass nigga
Check how I floss, forever ball
Paid for a Rolls, my son got Lambos and all
I'm sorry, mama, I've been hurtin', I ain't takin' time out to call
Not even prayin', jump out the bed, I swear it's hard to stand tall
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