
Mr. Grim Reaper YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Pre-Chorus]
Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot front his child
Wonder why a flag a part our style
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't stop
[Chorus]
Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say, "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mr. Grim Reaper (Mr. Grim Reaper)
I do not mean to disturb your time (Your time)
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?" (Family)
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard
[Verse 1]
I killed that boy, I ain't do that shit for you
Me and 10 clutchin' hard while we ridin' in that coupe
I been in and out the system but every time makе it through
GD gang got a difference, wе a family, not a crew, not a squad
Since I came out the front yard, my life, it been so hard
Grew up around killers and a whole lot of dope boys
Father, I am a shotta, got bodies to show for it
So please forgive your son 'cause I know where I'm going
Why Dave died as a child?
Baby Joe got shot front his child
Wonder why a flag a part our style
Wanna get out but wonder why that I can't stop
[Chorus]
Headed to be dead or gone
I don't wanna leave
I say, "Father I'm sorry, all my pain got me heartless"
I just wanna find some peace
But I'm like Mr. Grim Reaper (Mr. Grim Reaper)
I do not mean to disturb your time (Your time)
I just wan' ask you, "Can you leave my family out?" (Family)
You got it hard and most of all my niggas laying up in a graveyard
[Verse 1]
I killed that boy, I ain't do that shit for you
Me and 10 clutchin' hard while we ridin' in that coupe
I been in and out the system but every time makе it through
GD gang got a difference, wе a family, not a crew, not a squad
Since I came out the front yard, my life, it been so hard
Grew up around killers and a whole lot of dope boys
Father, I am a shotta, got bodies to show for it
So please forgive your son 'cause I know where I'm going
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