
Save Myself (Oh Lord) YoungBoy Never Broke Again
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[Intro]
Say, give me a Joe, Opay
Shoot every nigga in the face behind NBA, believe that
You heard me? I been that
You know I don’t know why the fuck they couldn’t see that
(Just run that bitch [?])
Just ain’t worth [?]
[Verse]
Oh lord, I can’t save myself
Even when I don’t be wrong, I still blame myself
How you feelin’ youngin’? This some pain I never felt
Cold hearted to the blood, I ain’t do that shit myself
Hold on, play just like him, you gon’ get him with that choppa
And all these stupid motherfuckers wanna bring up my problems
But bitch, let’s talk about that money, I done shared every dolla’
I take my syrup straight to the head l, I’m talkin’ straight out the bottle
And oh lord, I can’t save myself
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga like I play myself
Tryna do right by the system, I can’t hang myself
I can’t explain this shit I’m feelin’, this some pain I never felt, yeah
We quick to buss a nigga shit, ain’t gotta talk about it
Ain’t runnin’ to the public, make the police draw the chalk about it
And everything you see, that’s first degree, I swear to God about it
You play me, meet the [?] about it
And I’ma talk to God about it
Bandanna on the clip, I’m thuggin’, screamin’ “Fuck a nigga”
Talk that shit and livin’ ‘bout it, bitch, now name another nigga
Youngin’ sayin’ love gon’ kill ‘em
But that’s a bet and I got hollows off in the clip
We fillin’ up yo’ chest
Say, give me a Joe, Opay
Shoot every nigga in the face behind NBA, believe that
You heard me? I been that
You know I don’t know why the fuck they couldn’t see that
(Just run that bitch [?])
Just ain’t worth [?]
[Verse]
Oh lord, I can’t save myself
Even when I don’t be wrong, I still blame myself
How you feelin’ youngin’? This some pain I never felt
Cold hearted to the blood, I ain’t do that shit myself
Hold on, play just like him, you gon’ get him with that choppa
And all these stupid motherfuckers wanna bring up my problems
But bitch, let’s talk about that money, I done shared every dolla’
I take my syrup straight to the head l, I’m talkin’ straight out the bottle
And oh lord, I can’t save myself
Diamonds dancin’ on a nigga like I play myself
Tryna do right by the system, I can’t hang myself
I can’t explain this shit I’m feelin’, this some pain I never felt, yeah
We quick to buss a nigga shit, ain’t gotta talk about it
Ain’t runnin’ to the public, make the police draw the chalk about it
And everything you see, that’s first degree, I swear to God about it
You play me, meet the [?] about it
And I’ma talk to God about it
Bandanna on the clip, I’m thuggin’, screamin’ “Fuck a nigga”
Talk that shit and livin’ ‘bout it, bitch, now name another nigga
Youngin’ sayin’ love gon’ kill ‘em
But that’s a bet and I got hollows off in the clip
We fillin’ up yo’ chest
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