Lyrical Breakdown of Now Who - 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 "Now Who" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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(Any last words?)
(Berge always flexin')
I, I-I-I (I stay turnt)
I-I-I (made my way to Utah)
I-I-I (I came from the Nawf)
Mm, let's do it, it's Top, nigga, it's a brand-new day, huh, huh
Pussy-ass nigga wan' play, I got my Drac', huh, huh
Pussy-ass nigga wan' play, better have some cake, ow, ow
Can't stay off boot while in that booth, straight out that boot like I'm Weezy
Knock out your tooth, bitch, speak the truth, I been livin' life like a demon
I got good money 'round the globe, I did my shit like Fefeezy
I tote that chopper when I roll in the NO like BGeezy
Oh, I was tryna catch a body
Petey lost his mama, he split one for me, I ain't 'posed to tell nobody
Fuck up my deal, get put in a pickle, nigga, think it's a game, die when we scrimmage
I ain't lose my brain, come with my change, fuck all this fame, my name been blemished
Niggas gettin' rowdy, I ain't quit, that's for cowards
I got my gun for who runnin' up on me
Runnin', I been makin' my routes, they plan on takin' me out
I took the world and fucked the brains out
Now who's the motherfucker? (Come and see)
Now who's the motherfucker? (Now who's the motherfucker?)
Now who's the motherfucker?
Livin' life like a motherfucker
Huh, five jets on the runway
No bonjour, go one way
I catch two bodies, then I parlay
I'm a god, tell me what my God say
I'm a thug, shoot the Glock sideways
From the mud, get it out nine ways
I could buy 'em boys, I just lock down and get time paid
They lied, they said crime don't pay
All time rage 'cause my mind caged
Got more money than my net worth
Ask major labels, I'm they worst fuckin' slave, ayy
Tired of carryin' them and now my neck hurt
Got my chest lookin' like Starburst
Pussy nigga, you'll get your head burst, I had to starve first
Ridin' on a surfboard, try ridin' on my wave
Fuck 'em, I gots to get paid, gots to get paid
Multimillions, I got high to heal my pain
I fucked on my last ho, hit her up, then she came
Nigga play with my name, I'm havin' one of these slimes comin' through swingin'
Nigga tryin' show us too much heart, get hit in his brain, makin' a change
I don't drive in no push-start, young nigga done made it out of the rain
Hopin' moms forgive my heart, I ain't never changed the way I came
Niggas gettin' rowdy, I ain't quit, that's for cowards
I got my gun for who runnin' up on me
Runnin', I been makin' my routes
They plan on takin' me out
I took the world and fucked the brains out
Now who's the motherfucker? (Come and see)
Now who's the motherfucker? (Now who's the motherfucker?)
Now who's the motherfucker?
Livin' life like a motherfucker