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Low Life lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Intro
I ain’t go no, I ain’t really got no direction

Chorus
Young nigga sellin’ boy out a rented car
Convicted felon facin’ years, this ain’t no rented charge
Guns on, mind gone ‘cause he miss his boy
Puttin’ mines down ain’t a question, you done went too far
Life been a challenge
My love life still unbalanced
These hoes been stealin’ my heart
I’m needin’ help from ?
They been trained to play they part
I bet the blind see what’s happenin’
They really with you, you thought
They fuckin’ who feed they fantasy
Black beretta the hammer pin
This .45 I do damage you
Cool my mind down with cannabis
Sanctuary of sanity
Could map this out on my management
I got plaques everywhere
If you want, you could have this shit
Ain’t no room on this shelf

Verse
Live a low life
I used to trap ‘front Kayden mama, night to morning, I got that shit on
They ain’t wan’ wait on me
Up and humble, though I’m still lit, homie
Yeah, with a bigger bag that’s so called big, homie
Nigga mad I had my back before they did
They put that wish on me
Assassins put that stick on me
What that pussy nigga payin’ for?
Seven up
One in the grave
You could that bitch this what I stand for
I don’t do no sharin’
She showin’ that you can, then you can have her
Got a better bitch, you thought I really wouldn’t?
That wasn’t even half her
Cold shit, whole clique, I got more bodies than half of ‘em
Burnin’ world, cold bitch, I’m who they choose when they wanna stab somethin’
Live a low life
All the shit that I seen, yeah, I mean, yeah
Came up from the block and I achieve, yeah
Ten don’t wan’ leave the spot, I put a arm around his ass
Whenever that we hear a shot, you know they gunnin’ for your ass
Oh, yeah
Long as I’m your brother, never broke, you got a bag
Oh, yeah
Tears of joy, you put your first one in a body bag
It’s sad them niggas be bluffin’ and I’m knowin’ that make you mad
Just take after your brother, get that money, stay on smashed

Chorus
Young nigga sellin’ boy out a rented car
Convicted felon facin’ years, this ain’t no rented charge
Guns on, mind gone ‘cause he miss his boy
Puttin’ mines down ain’t a question, you done went too far
Life been a challenge
My love life still unbalanced
These hoes been stealin’ my heart
I’m needin’ help from ?
They been trained to play they part
I bet the blind see what’s happenin’
They really with you, you thought
They fuckin’ who feed they fantasy
Black beretta the hammer pin
This .45 I do damage you
Cool my mind down with cannabis
Sanctuary of sanity
Could map this out on my management
I got plaques everywhere
If you want, you could have this shit
Ain’t no room on this shelf