By My Lonely

[Verse 1: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
You can't short me out my money
I want all of that
Posted in them trenches
Where them killers and they robbers at
When I press that button there ain't no surrender, ain't no fallin back
Tell that nigga I'm a kill him
Hang up, Nene callin back
Like fuck that
When is up there ain't no down
Every minute we be ridin round'
Every bullet I have has 30 rounds
You know i make a profit, off every pound
He posed to be stackin' with me, but he trynna finesse me
I don't see myself goin' down
50 bands with a whole lotta rounds
Judgement day, we gon' burn up the town
Sick of recording
Am I tired of gettin' money, that's never a
Every day I be running from nights to the morning
Get up in the rain and while it's sunny
I'ma run up a check
Every day I grind hard, it don't ever stop comin'
Niggas bitches, they don't like how I'm stunnin'
Brand new McLaren and is over 300

[Chorus x2: YoungBoy Never Broke Again ]
Run it up
Take it all
And bring that shit to my grave
And I can't seem to get it right
And damn near half, what I make
And I came from the block where is stormin'
And I came from the trenches by my lonely
And I came from the block where is stormin'
And I came from the trenches by my lonely
And I came from the block where is stormin'
And I came from the trenches by my lonely

[Verse 2: Moneybagg Yo]
From the bottom thru the middle made it to the top (top)
A couple storms slowed me down but I never stop
I'm always in the studio, they waitin' on me to drop
You blew your whole deal on change, now that's all you got (you broke)
Must be a sale goin' on they buyin' loyalty (that's crazy)
My nigga neva comin' home (no)
Still payin' lawyer fees (that's crazy)
You think you hit rock bottom
Never been disloyals me
Illegal trips outta town, nobody rode with me
No doors
Late nights
Can't swerve
Trunk full of Eddie Cane
Made it safe, thank God
Didn't splurge it, I'm married to the game
Self made millionaire
I hear you talkin' but ion really care
Got perfect memory, trust me I'll know who's really there

[Chorus: YoungBoy Never Broke Again]
Run it up
Take it all
And bring that shit to my grave
And I can't seem to get it right
And damn near half, what I make
And I came from the block where is stormin'
And I came from the trenches by my lonely
And I came from the block where is stormin'
And I came from the trenches by my lonely
And I came from the block where is stormin'
And I came from the trenches by my lonely