NBA YoungBoy – This Not a Song “This For My Supporters”

Lyrics This Not a Song “This For My Supporters” – NBA YoungBoy

Uh, XO, Simo Fre just killed this
I’m startin’ to think, I’m startin’ to think
As I start to promote the peace I say, Stop the violence
I think I’m incitin’ a riot
If you ain’t hear me clear, my n**ga
I said, As I start to promote the peace
I say, Stop the violence, I think I’m incitin’ a riot
You heard me, aah huh

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
And these p**sy n**gas gon’ tell up on me
I feel yo’ pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

Yeah, I know you know they want to kill me
In Atlanta and every city out here
P**sy n**ga gon’ get his issue
‘Cause they knowin’ that I’m out here and I’m gon’ kill
They 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 want to 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 got to 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 my thug with bro’nem no more
Nightmare to me, I ain’t wanna 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 stinky 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, know 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 h*es
And I already know you know how I get down, Five
And you knowin’ how I roll

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

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These p**sy n**gas gon’ tell up on me
I feel yo’ pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

I know you feel the Devil reachin’ for you
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’mma burn that b**ch straight in his face
And tell them people I say, Motherf**k what they say
Better not f**k up my nails, I don’t not play
I don’t play at all, my n**ga, nah
Know 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
Shawty 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 heart my heart that Kanye let them people break his soul
How the f**k that go, n**ga, stay in yo’ 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

Damn, 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
Shawty 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’ them 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 wanna 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 h*es
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 h*es 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
Ya heard me, You stanky b**ch
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 wh0ever you is behind that b**ch
Hidin’ your face, n**ga, f**k you
Ya heard me, This the slime, believe that

I’m strong, n**ga, I’m strong
XO, one more time for all the real n**gas
And all, and all the trill b**ches, ya heard me
And all the kids who really
Who really need to hear what I’m sayin’

Youngin tryna put that blick on somethin’
Youngin steady tryna hit at somethin’
I been tryna tell him not to do it, youngin
These p**sy n**gas gon’ tell up on me
I feel yo’ pain, my slime
Just trust me and I could get you through the rain, my five

Hold on, oh, child
Huh, you got to understand
Everybody, ayy, everybody
Wh*ever, man, wh*ever in your face
Just remember, everybody got flaws, my n**ga
Ya heard me
Don’t let these b**ch a*s 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-ass 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 them, 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-ass 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

Hm, these b**ch-ass 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’, I’m 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

Hm, 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, hm, and they gon’ hate you too
Hm, 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, yeah
I’m groovy, I don’t need h*es, believe that
And 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 be ’bout, 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 nonchalant
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 s**t you doin’ ain’t gon’ last long
Believe that
Biggest Five, n**ga…

➤ Written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
Produced by Simo Fre, D-Roc, Juppybeats & Khris James
NBA YoungBoy | 2022

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