Lyrical Breakdown of I Don't Talk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Don't Talk" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass They talk down on my name, on my face, they brought shame Blackballеd me from up out the game, bitch, strippеd me out the fame I ain't get a thing but a laugh when I told my pain "Oh, that's hilarious, to her?" Do dirty work with illegal guns, that's what I was in the parish for Make sure that my children travel, I ain't happy how they perished us Crime inside the same hood With no options, but they carriaged us Can't be out here flippin' patties, What make you think Them hoes gon' fuck with us? What the fuck you think so lavish? Through my whole career, been doped up Playin' limbo with that gunfire, mama say I was her worst child Daddy lost his soul inside a trial, that's fifty-five, one long ride Tell Mike Caren I thank him for that phone call, I'm on now If that's my girl, I ain't fuckin' on her friend inside my home, uh I don't talk to my girl friends, and my girl friends don't talk to me Rap game with a bad name, a platinum album, and a Nawf degree Fuck what happened, you a woman, you don't speak, oh, nah, nah Remove the hood, I think they wanna hear from me, oh, nah, nah Get too close, get smoked like purple, bitch, this that murder shit YoungBoy pull up, that's a murder hit, know they heard of this Kelly and a Birkin bag even though the bitch still do me bad Slept at papa house, begged my baby mama, I was on my ass Tired, you confused, you need to take some time off for to see Who really love you, my friend? Got your best interests Got your back and with you, thug 'til the end Don't give no fuck if you kin I need my phone call, guard go to trippin', tryna slam me down I'm with Kaylee and with Herm inside the car, them hitters ran me down Phone ring, it's K, pick up my phone, "KD just got gunned down" Bub bussin' back, but what 'bout my lil' brother? Montana son was 'round She don't love a nigga, she a snake, huh? Her mama taught her that You free to fuck 'round if I don't know about it Who the fuck done thought of that? I'm a gangster I hang up on your mammy Bitch, no, I ain't callin' back I'm a ranger, in that Nawf, it's danger, my family stoppin' that Talk to my brother violent, but Herm got him clapped, and I cop that Ain't takin' care of her body, she skinny as the fuck, her parents fat She stressin', wildin' about her old man, he done took her income tax Know how she feel, I threw her somethin' I watched niggas do my mama that He choked her, slam her, kicked on her, spit on her And made her spinal crack He caught her talkin' to her ex, she tried to lie, he knew it's cap But shawty was lovin' brodie ass and everybody know that that's a fact Later OD'd from off a doja, it was as strong as nightcap