LLOGCLAY T.I. (Ft. YoungBoy Never Broke Again)

[Intro]
(Ayo, Bands, what you cookin'?)

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again & T.I.]
Cryptic messages, face card ain't good at all
They don't like him 'round the hood at all, he ain't understood at all
Been mistreated, he just play roles when his feelings get involved
She ain't supportive, she don't love me, and she ain't my friend at all
Mama, thank you, I got the hell of the experience while out on stages
From the gutter, we struggle bad, it's a shame
I know she don't love me, she just want an Audemars
I tell her not to touch me, in a moment, I want another broad
What do I say?
I don't really like the way you play with me, misgrading me
Made my way out the jungle
They wanna see me go under
Still conquer like I'm Mutombo
I'm sittin' aside because my heart tired
I done took so many long rides my whole life
Confessed my problems like so many times that I ain't got no song type
Shorty get it on on his own, bless him, yeah, he a real nigga
D-Dawg coming home and I'm just thankful for who's still with me
Left most shit alone, some people out there tryna still get it
In the a.m., I'm headed home, I done made more than a meal ticket
Been through some shit, I know I'm blessed and I be still with it
Diamond cross across my chest, I ain't got no vest knowin' them bullets might just still hit me
Take a chance, mama took a chance by having me
I think I can make a masterpiece
In New Orleans like I'm B3 with a MAC with me
She in Tech with me
And I brought her back with me
For to show her some shit she ain't never seen
I got a MAC and steam, pull off anything
Rose gold Rolex, right face, could've bought it green
White and gold links on my neck, car fuck up the scene
You'll be off guess what this watch cost, nigga, what the fuck you mean?
250 what lately I been doin', half a ticket everything
What do I say?
I don't really like the way you play with me, misgrading me (King)