YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Pick from Pain Lyrics

Pick from Pain By YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Daytrip took it to 10 (Hey)

Huh, ballin’ n—-, tell me what the bank says

And I think that the Rollie gon’ hit harder with the gold face

If shawty bad, she don’t need no man, then she OK

I’m on his a–, bullets comin’ fast if he owe me

I’m on it (Top) I seek it, you got it (Got), beat it

She gon’ heal my soul, beat on the beat

We can’t hide it, we been slangin’ iron in the streets

With my n—– dyin’ ’bout me, screamin’ murder, throwin’ them B’s

I took it to another level, follow, you breathe

I’m hurtin’ on another level, this is all on me

Shawty, right before the night falls they all on me

Soon as the lights down, don’t sleep

Me and my n—– lookin’ for the scene

Who want it? F— who makin’ more money

Run it up, but it ain’t help nothin’, no

If I ain’t with my brothers then I’m all on my own

I was runnin’ from the pain and I’m the one who they chose

This s— ain’t ever make me change, I’m a rider

Grew up with them shottas

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Go shoppin’ and we spendin’ every dollar

He tryna text my mains, we gon’ rob him

I know they ain’t forgotten

We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher

She don’t need a n—-, leave a n—-, run off with that bag

He won’t hurt a n—-, leave a n—-, hit him with that mag

Her intentions was to leave a n—-, try to do me bad

You can run off with materialistics, but not with these bands

Ho leave bands, I’ma hit with that chopper his a–

Dirty money, we clean ’em with rags

Took the air, conceal ’em in bags

All his money talk, too much mouthin’ out my pants

I just want them bundles of blue hunnids in my pants

Got my Glock out, n—-, like

Who want it? F— who makin’ more money

Run it up, but it ain’t help nothin’, no

If I ain’t with my brothers then I’m all on my own

I was runnin’ from the pain and I’m the one who they chose

This s— ain’t ever make me change, I’m a rider

Grew up with them shottas

Go shoppin’ and we spendin’ every dollar

He tryna text my mains, we gon’ rob him

I know they ain’t forgotten

We from the nawf, only thing not the same, that money higher

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