Lyrical Breakdown of Letter To The North - 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 "Letter To The North" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Turn me up, Dissan) (Bj on one) I play Madden, man, ay, I wanna play I wan' bang, I wan' play Madden with my nigga, Johnny Mac, again Ay, fuck that, ay Ay, tell 'em drive my Rolls Royce back there in the dead-end Ay, tell 'em, aye), see if my nigga back there (D-roc) With that shit, it's strictly drama Want a problem? Just tell me now, I'll kill ya momma (yeah) Fuck these niggas, they ain't my dawg Everybody be comin' 'round, be benefittin' up off me Tryna come up on me, I'll knock one of you bitches off I hate the way you bitches talk, just close yo' fuckin' mouth I ain't never comin' back and you mad I made it out that Nawf You shouldn't want me to ever come back Low down dirty clown, stay the fuck from 'round That ain't no hatin', in that big Benz my BM ridin' 'round I done seen Busta hustle, get it in, and watch 'em fall down Seein' him go hard for his girl than any nigga been around That's a real nigga, ain't never changin' and he know how she slept around I'll put a nigga in the trunk like Willie T, bitch Make your nigga like that, mad he'll fuck a man and fuck his bitch I say I miss Big Cal-i and dead-eye, real G shit Mr. Reezie, know I bought them stolen cars for to creep with I been thinkin' 'bout Big Booley nigga, yeah I don't think 'bout Kirk and I know it feel cruel nigga I idolize niggas like Johnny Mac Shit, but tell Big Grim, that I ain't never been a fool, nigga I'm comin' back like I returned and left for dead If you in that Nawf made a statement 'bout my nails I know who said and I ain't forgettin' it I'm gon' kill ya, you gon' get it, bitch Y'all done watch me break in houses all night Stood up on that block tryin' to make it out them trenches Ay, say, my uncle called Beany I wanna make a five-thousand bet 'cause I can see the Lakers winnin' Nigga, you better have my respect Any nigga comin' from out my set need a check, nigga, hit me up All Booley gotta do is tell me tie my shoes, I'm loadin' up I'ma heal that pain for you, nigga You my uncle best friend, I'll slang for you nigga, yeah You a big nigga I put them diamonds on you nigga, yeah Tell them 'bout that mountain, how you mobiling up on they ass, dumb I'm missing Kenny, we'll meet again in New York That boy caught that big charge, came home, I've been hiding from 'em 'Cause I know that's one nigga, if we got a problem It's gon' be a big war 'cause he know Mari needed mama Grandma died was trauma, now I'm strictly drama Sherhonda can you please send ten to Doody mama? Huh, huh Birdman, huh, drink a Boone Farm wit' you, nigga I put that choppa on some', put nah I don't know none 'bout us Our family, I swear we came up struggling Fuck 'em all and if you fuck with us then we fucking wit' y'all Say, I ain't standing 'round right now Take a shot at sum' if you'on fuck wit sum' Nigga, we showed everybody love They told me how my grandma got a minivan And took all the kids from the hood to Disney World How you don't love us? Huh, uh, uh Everybody raise your hand if you from that Nawf and we are together I think 'bout Beezy, think 'bout BBall, huh, huh, huh I think 'bout Keisha, think bout Mrs. Rita Deetra I don't forget about none of y'all I've been tryna find myself and get my whole life together Ohh, ohh I'm sorry for all the people out our section we done lost I'm sorry for all the people in our section in that Nawf Can't make it out, it's hard, and I can't help out all y'all Gen with Kenny, like every day that used to be my dawg This for my nigga Keedie, I promise one day you gon' ball I put that choppa on some', put nah I don't know none bout us Our family I swear we came up struggling (we came up struggling) Fuck 'em all, and if you fuck with us then we fucking wit' y'all This for my nigga Hamp Watch out when Believe that Watch out when You ain't gone fuck with the Hamp, nigga