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How We Get

YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics

Background. YoungBoy Never Broke Again, also known as NBA YoungBoy, is a prominent figure in the rap scene, knoqn for his raw and emotive storytelling that often draws from his personal experiences. His music frequently addresses themes of violence, survival, love, and the complexities of growing up in a challenging environment. Main Message. "How We Get" portrays the grim realities of YoungBoy's environment, where violence, strugle, and survival are commonplace. The song's lyrics are a testament to the hardships he has witnessed and experienced firsthand, including murders, betrayals, and the harsh conditions of street life. It's a narrative about coping with these realities while striving to maintain one's position and protect loved ones. Theme. The central theme of "How We Get" revolves around resilience in the face of adversity. The repeated mentions of violence and hardship underscore the constant dangers present in YoungBoy's life and environment. Yet, there's a sense of defiance against these challenges, highlighting a refusal to be broken or swayed by external forces. Emotional Tone. The emotional tone of the song is intense and raw. YoungBoy and the other artists featured on the track convey a mix of anger, defiance, and resilience through their performances. The vivid storytelling and aggressive delivery evoke a strong sense of empathy and understanding for those living similar stories. Cultural Significance. "How We Get" is significant in its candid portrayal of the struggles associated with certain lifestyles and environments. YoungBoy's ability to articulate the pain, loyalty, and survival tactics inherent in his life offers listeners a deeper insight into the complexities of navigating such a world. This song, like much of his work, serves as both a mirror and a message, reflecting the realities of many while offering a voice to those experiences.

How We Get Lyrics

How We Get by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
(Berge always flexin')
(It's Malik on the track)
I seen murders, I seen killings, I seen all that sh*t (Yeah)
Mane, f**k that sh*t tell 'em Starr
I'd tell 'em 'bout how you had it hard
Mane f**k these people, Teelee, tell 'em
Kentrell always kept a rod
Show 'em my bezzle, how it shine, MaMa
Bae f**k these niggas, we got millions, tell them b**ches I'm your wife, I ain't no mistress

YoungBoy woppin' wit' that glizzy, good precision if I hit it
My children need clothes, if I wasn't rich I'm comin' rob one of you b**ches
My heart so cold, when I run down I'm standin' over with that glizzy
Back to back, I'm on you b**ches, headshot, Jig know I hit 'em
Back to back, my head hot, know nothin' but pop 'em on prescriptions
Tryna get my wife to help me lose these babies
Margiela fashion, I'm steppin' like Dab Daddy, your b**ch wish she had me
Bat you in your sh*t, this ain't no plastic this b**ch chrome, it crack you

I seen murders, I seen killings, I seen all that sh*t
It ain't nothin' that ain't heard of, you better hide your feelings all 'round this b**ch
f**k around and you get murdered, you know I hit your ass with that switch
We caught up in killin', I know they don't feel me, how worse can I get?

My daughter fault I'm feelin' down
My son cry, I don't want 'em 'round
I ain't dumb, I calm it down, that b**ch recordin' on that phone, I ask MoMo help me leave it 'lone
Left me all alone at grandpa house, but sh*t I moved out, I'm strong
Plus, get it on, soul probably gone from playin' with that heater
Playin' with that pen, I hunt the reaper
b**ch, I'm tryna get even, hit 'em with that ether
They don't know about my cousin Skully, f**k all them people
I can't wait 'till I can show 'em somethin', b**ch, can't wait to meet you

[WhoGangDee:]
b**ch, I got murder in my eyes, all I know is to hit
I told my grandma my heart broke, and that's something God can't fix (Die)
So, when my pockets runnin' low, I go take me a hit
That nasty ho ain't want me then, now she all on my dick
I guess she heard through the wind that I'm payin' for some sh*t
Momma ain't want me in the streets, she had took my first blick
So many nights in the room, feel like I ain't exist
Behind my nigga Juan Don, I'm tryna get you split
The last Skully scene we pulled, he had screamed like a b**ch
You better know just what you doin' tryna lift up your fist
I got my cousins in that water, tryna kill all of the fish
They say my soul dead and gone from me aimin' a stick

[Lil Dump:]
I seen murders, I seen killings, I seen all that sh*t
It ain't nothin' that ain't heard of, you better hide your feelings all around this b**ch
f**k around and you get murdered, you know I hit your ass with that switch
I still ain't been healin', I know they don't feel, how worse could it get?
Skully bought me my first green beam, like him, I pull a scene
Lil KJ gone, I miss my dog, my thug ain't get to live his dream
Ain't been the same me since Dump died, been hurtin' by any means
Cousin merked in front my eyes, this can't be life, ain't what it seems
Slept in cars wit' Q, watch Choppaboy hustle, that's what I seen
Suffer from abuse, misused by hoes that plot on how to scheme
Looked at as a joke, can't even cope, behind the mic I sing
In that murder town, I pull robberies, hit licks for many things

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
I seen murders, I seen killings, I seen all that sh*t
It ain't nothin' that ain't heard of
You better hide your feelings all 'round this b**ch
f**k around and you get murdered
You know I hit your ass with that switch
We caught up in killin', I know they don't feel me
How worse can I get

[Dej Rosegold:]
In the mountain, still got that blick on me, I'm a real gangster b**ch
I'll bat your ho inside her sh*t, Dej ain't never had picks
He playin' games, I ain't no trick
He chasin' me but I don't need 'em
Do one thing, I get you blitzed, despise in all disloyal creatures
I know, duck, soon as he hit, your whole clique put on the bleachers
Rosegold, lil slimey b**ch, your ho be stealin' all my features

[YoungBoy Never Broke Again:]
He be stealin' all our lingo, catch 'em leave 'em bad I mean it
Catch 'em bad after his next show, flex the whole car on Seguin
Ten still patrollin' metro, Houston, blow a bag wit' Beanie
Hangin' out that window from my last joce, know that rapper seen me
Pussy makin' statements with these words and I don't know the meaning
Sniper, who this faggot? Feel encouraged, cutter flash and ping 'em
Catch that joke? I'm stutterin' off my words, right now I'm in here leanin'
One new body for my birthday, try and setting that rookie death date
Blow, I take your sh*t, f**k what the ref say
Top, I'm NBA, I'm self made, I dig up graves, I put that on Dave
You pussy nigga, huh, b**ch

I seen murders, I seen killings, I seen all that sh*t
It ain't nothin' that ain't heard of, you better hide your feelings all around this b**ch
f**k around and you get murdered, you know I hit your ass with that switch (Oh)
Haha, how worse could I get? (Hah)

Skully, b**ch, how worse could we get?
Nigga hit, f**k 'em, hit b**ch, haha
Nigga, how worse can I get (Slime)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt (Hah, hah)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt

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