NBA YoungBoy – Shotta Soul

Lyrics Shotta Soul – NBA YoungBoy

Had some problems
But that’s what made me who I am today
They was tearin’ me down, I ain’t never break
Interrogation, I ain’t never say
N**ga got hit up with that Drac’
I’m from the ‘hood, you break the rules, you got to pay

I done made it on my own, say, Amen
I’m protected everywhere I go
Free my brothers in the sprinter van
.. from the store
Now, a young n**ga got hella bands
Bands, I’m so hot, I won’t never lack

I ain’t graduate at all
But, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa
.. ‘fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off
Huh, did so bad, I ain’t think she come back
But, she still around puttin’ up with my ass
Eyes lookin’ at Kelly, I was lookin’ at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her a*s on that
If I cop one, I’ll buy mom’s support
Love her, still left her stranded, that’s a shotter soul
I don’t talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo, ooah

I know that you see I’m worse than before
But, If you mine, you’ll stay on my side
Don’t tell a n**ga that can’t take mine
Got to make more money than I had before, oh
But, he don’t value what you mean, now, I know
Now, you got to tell a n**ga your time gone
My sons gone, my mind gone, they thinkin’ that
Young n**ga rick like Richy
Rich like Rich The Kid, I pay the bills
I pay my mama bills, my lawyer fees
For a burner, I’ll probably sell the house
He say, Murder fees, don’t bring ’em me
Know I play for keeps, I knock some off

Black Range truck, pull up sport, take off
Better not tell me s**t, I’m inside my house
Told a b**ch she better watch her mouth
You know I’m a gangster
You know it ain’t long ’til the day that they say I’ma die
Not a child, I don’t cry
Just make sure I’m focused, I’m rollin’ with sticks in the ride
And make sure I stack up my Ms for my child
You know that I ran up my Ms for them kids
I ain’t seen my daughter or son in over a year
And still don’t know what I did
Play games, n**ga, I set the bait
May as well ride my TEC to ..
If I got ’em, make sure I .., on my kids
Lord know I grew up to ..

I ain’t graduate at all
But, you got a new house, so, I see, grandpa
.. ‘fore I leave that Nawf, I done made it too hot
I done knocked some off
Huh, did so bad, I ain’t think she come back
But, she still around puttin’ up with my ass
Eyes lookin’ at Kelly, I was lookin’ at Birk
Had to ask do she got some love for a bag
Put her a*s on that
If I cop one, I’ll buy mom’s support
Love her, still left her stranded, that’s a shotter soul
I don’t talk no planet
Ride me like a rodeo, ooah…

Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again, DannyGotThatJuice & Drum Dummie
Album: Realer 2
Produced by DannyGotThatJuice & Drum Dummie
NBA YoungBoy | 2022