Song Details: This Not a Song “This For My Supporters” Lyrics. The name of the song is This Not a Song “This For My Supporters” by YoungBoy Never Broke Again.
This Not a Song “This For My Supporters” Lyrics
[Intro]
Uh, XO
(Simo Fre just killed this)
I’m startin’ to think
I’m startin’ to think ****
As I start to promote peace and I say, “Stop the violence,” I’m incitin’ a riot (D-Roc)
If you ain’t hear me clear, my n^^ga
I said, “As I start to promote the peace and I say, “Stop the violence,” I think I’m incitin’ a riot”
You heard me, huh?
Ah, huh
[Chorus]
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’ (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’ (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
And these p^^sy n^^gas gon’ tell up on me
I feel your pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I know you know they wan’ kill me in Atlanta and every city out here
P^^sy n^^ga gon’ get his issue ‘causе they knowin’ that I’m out here and I’m gon’ kill
Thеy have to learn that hurtin’ people here is not the way now
I had to learn my ways poisonin’ my child
Twelve bodies and one child dead, “Stop the violence” what I f^^kin’ said
I wan’ see you eat, you don’t want beef with me
I ain’t even tryna bust ya f^^kin’ head
My city not no bad city, no, Mr. Government
But it’s the holidays, everybody broke, so you knowin’ that’s why it’s trouble sent
I’m Rolls Royce ridin’, please don’t tell me who said somethin’
I know this ain’t right, God please forgive, I misled some
These p^^sy n^^gas ain’t more better than me, I count up twelve, n^^ga
Now I gotta change, you ain’t got nothin’ to do with me, I’m goin’ to Hell, n^^ga
My baby mama don’t f^^k with me no more
Can’t thug with my bro ‘nem no more
Nightmare to me, I don’t wan’ drop a bag ’cause them p^^sy n^^gas bringin’ pressure and I know
But I been told you, “Leave them streets alone”
And I been told you that we both on
Now you wanna let a broke n^^ga drag you to your grave?
I’m sorry, now you on your own
Havin’ my way, that stanky ho know that I’ll have her inside my home
Even though my girl don’t like you, b^^ch, if I f^^k with you, that’s the time I’m on
My mama know how I could get down
But, no, I ain’t leavin’ this journey I’m on
I ain’t never confessin’, but I got missionaries sittin’ inside my home
I done did hard drugs
I done seen plenty killings, woah
Now you know I know how to rap, I ain’t even rappin’ right now, I’m just talkin’ to you clear
I’m tryna get you to see, it’s a bigger side of life, just listen with your ears
And keep your eyes peeled
‘Cause it ain’t no comin’ back once you get killed
I FaceTimed my brother that Blood me in, you see this big, “4L,” on my neck
P^^sy n^^ga had the nerve to text me back and say, “Who the f^^k is this?”
Now, that’s cold, slime
And you know where I’m at ’cause big brother f^^k with them n^^gas and they hoes
And I already know you know how I get down, five
And you knowin’ how I roll
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[Interlude]
Ha, and tell that n^^ga I say, “Thank you,” for tellin’ me save my money, now I’m strong
I got C-Murder on my phone
Tellin’ me when he get home he gon’ protect me from the edge of my bed with a K ’cause these n^^gas want me gone
[Chorus]
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’ (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’ (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These p^^sy n^^gas gon’ tell up on me
I feel your pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
[Verse 2]
I know you feel the devil reachin’ for you (Ooh, ooh)
But I got you, my n^^ga
I’m gon’ lead you, I got you, I got you, my n^^ga
Protect you from all this evil
Know you listenin’ to this song right now
I’m on side you, inside your home right now, with my chrome out
And I’m facin’ every devil comin’ your way
I’ma burn that b^^ch straight in his face
And tell ’em people I say, “Motherf^^k what they say”
Better not f^^k up my nails, I don’t play
I don’t play at all, my n^^ga, nah
I’ll knock ’em down, my n^^ga, baow
But that’s what they want us to do, I ain’t finna be out here killin’ my own kind
Shorty whole family evil and they controlled by the f^^kin’ money
But I come from nothin’ and for that right reason, I don’t give a f^^k ’bout goin’ back to nothin’
And it hurt my heart that Kanye let them people break his soul
How the f^^k that go? N^^ga, stay in your home!
N^^ga, hold your ground! You strong!
I ain’t preachin’ no evil, but for the right reason I can teach ya
How to load up and knock these b^^ches down
You can believe that, my n^^ga
D^^n, I finally made it to this day, now I’m here to say, “I’m finna get married in a couple days”
And I look to the sky and I say, “Thank you, Lord”
Shorty say he gon’ boom me on camera, and I ain’t got no more fight inside my heart
So if you run into me, I’m just gon’ let it go down, I ain’t scared, my boy
I’m overdue anyway
Why you think that boy from my city who y’all think murder man wanna down a n^^ga ’bout the paint on top my face?
It’s really a money thing
That n^^ga mad that I’m holdin’
That n^^ga mad that I’m chosen and he been doin’ this his whole life and I passed that b^^ch up
Uh, you hatin’ b^^ch, I see you out here misleadin’ ’em kids
When you ain’t never had a fight in your life or had a fight with a n^^ga ’til you learned
Ain’t no more of y’all got no more fight
Huh? You a b^^ch, n^^ga, and I mean that
You can kill me, I don’t wan’ do you nothin’, slime
I done seen plenty killings, almost lost my soul strung out on dope
Respect for many women, sad to say that most these b^^ches hoes
You better not bump GloRilla, b^^ch, you gon’ get kicked up out this home
You ain’t f^^kin’ with no f^^k n^^ga, b^^ch you know I’m the realest ’round, yeah
I know they gon’ try to switch up my words
Man, tell that girl, let’s do a song
I’m wide awake and I’m glad to say, she doin’ better than hoes I had around
I pass out hundred thousands through the day, b^^ch, you can’t say I don’t hold it down
Tell the ShadeRoom, I’ma sue you b^^ches
Talkin’ ’bout, “YoungBoy said,” you’re dead wrong
You’re dead wrong, b^^ch
You ain’t see me come from my page and say nothin’
And you say, “YoungBoy said,” you’re dead wrong
You heard me? You stanky b^^ch
Mmm, you hatin’ b^^ch
You wanna post s^^t ’bout black people all day
B^^ch don’t post nothin’ positive, you dirty ho
And whoever you is behind that b^^ch hidin’ your face, n^^ga, f^^k you
You heard me? This the slime, believe that
[Interlude]
I’m strong, n^^ga, I’m strong
XO, one more time for all the real n^^gas
And all the— and all the trill b^^ches, ya heard me?
And all the kids who really— who really need to hear what I’m sayin’
[Chorus]
Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’ (Baow)
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’ (Boom, baow)
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These p^^sy n^^gas gon’ tell up on me
I feel your pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five
[Outro]
Hold on, oh, child
Huh, you got to understand
Everybody, ayy, everybody
Whoever, man, whoever in your face, just remember, everybody got flaws, my n^^ga
You heard me?
Don’t let these b^^ch-a^^ n^^gas tell you what no real gangster is, ya heard me?
For to flunk you out and lose your life?
Man, these b^^ch-a^^ n^^gas don’t know what it, don’t know what it mean to fight
‘Til neither one of these n^^gas got no more fight in ’em, you heard me?
You are the n^^ga that you fightin’
I’m talkin’ ’bout, ayy, it’s, it’s serious like that, you heard me?
Them b^^ch-a^^ n^^gas don’t know what it mean to fight
Until he ain’t got no more fight left in him, or the n^^ga he fightin’ don’t got no more fight left in him, slime
Hmm, these b^^ch-a^^ n^^gas ain’t never slung that iron theyselves, son
I’m tryna tell you, bro, these n^^gas b^^ches, man
You could believe that, man, and I’m with you
I’m on side you right now, I’m on side you in your Hellcat, my n^^ga
Whatever you in, I’m on side you in your bucket while you thuggin’
You heard me? I’m on side you in your home and I got my chrome out
And I’m layin’ down every devil come around
I’m layin’ ’em down, you heard me?
You, ayy, I’m good for, ayy, I’m out that North, b^^ch, I’m good for two
I’m good for three, you can count on me, n^^ga, belive that
I got you, I’m gon’ protect you
I ain’t got nobody to help me right now, you heard me?
Ayy, but, you see how I’m holdin’ up, huh?
I refuse to be broken, my n^^ga
I refuse to be broken, ayy
I got my family against me right now
I got the women that I loved my whole life— ayy
Through all my trials and tribulation against me right now, my n^^ga
I ain’t got nobody with me, but, guess what?
I could believe that you with me, you heard me?
Long as you ain’t sittin’ there right now tryna down a n^^ga, it’s gangster
Hmm, and XO, I told you, this ain’t no song, b^^ch
You gon’ have to, if you want me to stop talkin’ you better end the beat
‘Cause I ain’t gon’ stop, I got a lot to preach
These b^^ches hate YB, hmm, and they gon’ hate you too
Mmm, they gon’ hate you too, n^^ga, comin’ through in your coupe
You heard me? When you get your money up, you heard me?
When you, when you wide awoke seein’ with this world and these people tryna do us
Huh, huh
I’m groovy on these hoes, believe that
And you ain’t stoppin’ that
You ain’t stoppin’ that and you ain’t makin’ me change myself, you heard me?
Huh, you can ask me ’bout my face paint
You can ask ’bout my— ayy, you can ask me ’bout these nails
You can ask me why they painted ’cause guess what? I did this to myself
And as I put this on, it bring a whole other level of nonchalance
I don’t give a f^^k
And you gon’ help me stop the violence
‘Cause if you don’t, you gon’ take your fall
‘Cause that p^^sy-a^^ s^^t you doin’ ain’t gon’ last long
Believe that
Biggest five, n^^ga
This is the end of the lyrics