Nba Youngboy – Top Files Lyrics


Yeah, we gon’ pop his head tonight (Pop), we gon’ knock him off tonight (Pop)
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Ohh-ohh-ohh And the shooters see God, those the ones died
And that shit made me can’t sleep at night
Wake up at six every mornin’, blind man on drank, I don’t know why
The one that sleep outside every night, you know that that’s a lie
Destiny, give me a rush, say what’s the hype
You got the drop, then what’s the price? Or for murderin’ ones who murdered our brothers? That’s Vade on the keys
Every morning
I just gone and did it
That’s somethin’, nigga, YoungBoy
And I don’t like who I am
I don’t like it one bit myself (Not one bit)
They don’t understand me (‘Stand me)
I don’t understand myself (Myself)
My sis say that she heard "Boom"
As they tried bringin’ grandma on back inside the livin’ room, oh, ah-ah
I been doin’ right knowin’ you do right by your child (Oh, God)
Outside church shoes, so don’t get a Bible
Self-made warrior (Warrior), I done slept on concrete beds and all (And all)
Got tears fallin’ down (Down), you can’t tell behind the collect calls (You can’t)
If I stay against the wall (Wall), even if I don’t, we all fall (All fall)
Black man, can you lend a hand? (Hand) We loadin’ up, takin’ back what’s ours (Takin’)
Uncle died breakin’ in a house, this shit so grimy (So grimy)
He gon’ do that time to take your time, the shit’s so slimy (Slimy)
Inside a house, split a bedroom, I guess what I miss (What I miss)
Inside the streets where I lay, outside that buildin’ I is (Where I is)
It’s some street nigga facts, this ain’t no poetry (No)
Outside that wall we leavin’ blood in the street (No)
f*ck the wicked now, my soul, my family, she keep
I’m already burnt, someone please hold on to me
And I don’t like who I am
I don’t like it one bit myself (I don’t like it one bit myself)
They don’t understand me (They don’t understand me)
I don’t understand myself (I don’t understand myself)
My sis say that she heard "Boom"
As they tried bringin’ grandma on back inside the livin’ room, oh, ah-ah
I been doin’ right knowin’ you do right by your child (Oh, God)
Outside church shoes, so don’t get a Bible
I ain’t in the skies, head in the skies, plenty times I done cried (Cried)
Plenty nights outside steady slangin’ fire, bet my life for a while
I done been baptized, but still I don’t know
Are we forgave for killin’ ones who tried?