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Came a Long Way

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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Came a Long Way

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(Mario)(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)I done came a long way from up the roadDaddy up in jail, long ways up the roadI'm from the streets, my niggabut my son won't be from thereSpent half my life inside the streetsI still don't even care'Cause I stacked that money highI gotta thank God that I made a wayI could've messed up my lifeSpent hours late through the nightIt could be worse, I'm thanking GodI'm the one who was savedI done did jail time in the Northsideducking from that fireI even rode the city bus with moms as a childRеmember times I sit thеre hotboxin'just me and them slimesNow in my Maybach or that Rolls where we smoke all nightNow I be screamin', "I'm a real top shotta"Jail, I slept with lifers, depend on how my life goesDon't wanna see the pen' againI am not a writer, they cannot take my titleIt all come from my heart and domeHad to run up all this money for my kids, I'm suicidalAll these dead men be speaking to me saying"Go get some more"I keep hearing a voice, I think it's Dave saying"Keep my pole"I keep hearing a voice, I think it's Dumpkeep saying, "Don't trust these hoes"I done came a long way from up the road (Long way)Daddy up in jail, long ways up the road (Yeah)I'm from the streets, my niggabut my son won't be from thereSpent half my life inside the streetsI still don't even care (I don't)'Cause I stacked that money highI gotta thank God that I made a wayI could've messed up my lifeSpent hours late through the nightIt could be worse, I'm thanking GodI'm the one who was savedUsed to go half on a blunt, just me and TonyUsed to be with Jordanand then some shit go wrong, he end up dumpin'That's my twin with the twinsTrey know nothin' but get the moneyHave a fight inside the hoodI lose or win, that shit ain't nothin'All I know is go again, don't give a fuck'cause I was thuggin'Started clutchin', never slippin'I was tryna stretch me somethin'Had a shootout right on sideI blew, my gun jammed, I start runnin'Remember Tom was righthe showed me how to work the motherfuckerSay he been in this section yearshe grew up with my mom and uncleI watched my nigga trap off powderlaced and all, he still ain't fumbleI know my X was laced with fentanylI grew wise and still ain't crumbleThey'll tell you I'm the king of the junglelike Mutombo, my niggaI done came a long ways from up the roadDaddy up in jail long ways down the roadI'm from the streets, my niggabut my son won't be from thereSpent half my life inside the streetsI still don't even care'Cause I stacked that money highI gotta thank God that I made a wayI could've messed up my lifeSpent hours late through the nightIt could be worse, I'm thanking GodI'm the one who was saved(Daytrip took it to ten, hey)From the streets, my niggabut on my son won't be from there(Mario)I still don't even care

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