Hold Your Own (Explicit) - Youngboy Never Broke Again

Lyrics by：Kentrell Gaulden/Leonardo Mateus/Malik Bynoe-Fisher/Junior Sinchi/Samuel Thanni

Ayo Bans what you cookin'

It's Malik on the track

Run that s**t up Jay

It's YoungBoy

Khris James what the f**k

Street n***a and she got a real possessive body

Youngin' don't you want your life

Don't be stupid this ain't kamikaze

How you 'posed to hustle

You can't focus you out here takin' Roxies

Knowin' I got the trick like hocus pocus for to drop the boxes

Hold your own young man

Hold

And remember no love

Inside these streets you roam

Go New York in a peacoat catch me jumpin' out of taxis

Just paid ten million for my taxes no time for flashin'

Transaction active he too flashy

What's the worse perhaps could happen

Result in him tied up

On the other side of the bed stuffed under the mattress

Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik's Cube

Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle I'll murder Cupid

She say You don't deserve me stupid you f**kin' jerk let go of my shirt

Since grandma died I ain't go to church she a gospel woman the past hurt

In the eight Atlantic section hand in a pot I'm with VL

Been a chef before a rapper

I was tryna show 'em that my recipes still good still

Duckin' from a line of steel they done the car

Tell the bosses in my time I'm on the line hold your cigar

Shots fired we send 'em back the neighbors say they saw us

And they knowin' we can't control it but try protectin' they lil' boy

Feelin' insecure I could work you good but feel like a lil' boy

That's just me I'm thinkin' out loud but your *****'ll tell you I go hard

I done jumped up out my sleep I'm on K2 it's not that boy

No direction ain't no plans just tell Khris to just press record

Just bought a new house for my girl my daughters and my lil' boys

Six million ***** I'm sittin' on top the mountain like Costello n***a

Hold your own young man

Hold

And remember no love

Inside these streets you roam

Just did time became a hustler tryna turn it from backwards

What that mean

He been tryna make the money keep on stackin'

Education out the streets don't need no lecture pastor

Run from police they don't like me 'cause I'm a rich ****in' bastard

Turn it up go faster I come from stolen cars to my own whip

Got a shooter inside with me ain't got no name they like Who own him

Told youngin Don't leave the backside of that Nawf they like Who zoned him

Finally rich I came home and turned around they said They cloned him

Mathematics gon' switch my whole position we play with numbers here

Start it end it puttin' **** in the grave this be them diggers yeah

Green flag tattoos all on they face and they be quick to kill

From the environment holdin' my ***** body it was an attempt to get me drilled

The art of water art of murder look who standin' still

Audemars came stainless steel

Portrait painter can't even paint the kid

DA tryna paint the picture

A lie I can't the truths I bid

Signed a gentle bond still set the bid

Dreamed of contract business as a kid

Hold your own young man

Hold

And remember no love

Inside these streets you roam