Lyrical Breakdown of Vendetta - 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 "Vendetta" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Walk, walk, walk, walk (Lil Top, nigga)
Walk, walk, walk, walk (What you on?)
Walk, walk, walk, walk (you already know how the fuck we comin', ayy)
Walk, walk (you know what the fuck goin' on)
Lil Top, nigga
You know Kentrell, you know he keep a shovel
He gon' keep his distance even with family like he got a vendetta
Yeah, real birdman, pull up and change the weather
What I said? Hold on, let me say it again, fuck you, we can do whatever
Pussy nigga, got my first pistol from KD, I went to poppin' with it
How the fuck you poke his chest out? You ain't got more money than me, my pockets different
In the murder section, I ain't got no vest on, murder weapon, I pop you with it
If I'm gon' sleep, then I don't sleep long, I'm a hustler, I got visions
I'm in a million-dollar cut, no tag, phone call, another bag
Bad bitch, a big ass, we both done served one Xanny
I be out here in these streets and I don't hide from these niggas (don't hide)
I got 12 cars and that's 12 ways to ride on these niggas
I pull up, they involved in my clothes, it's the finest
These hoes and my bros all behind me
Blue lights, oh no, the Lord has stopped me
I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets
I just pulled up in a Mulsanne, baby, this a big bird
Baby, I don't do names, really don't wan' do words
I keep open heart because I need somebody
Just give me your heart and you won't need nobody
I'm a gangster, drop my pin and then I switch up my location
If I tell you I need you, should believe, I don't do no fakin'
I been tryna set the plot to rearrange, they want my placement
Anywhere I bang, every opposition, I'm tryna get replacement
I'm a locksmith, every section of the frame, not complicated
Dedicated, I demonstrated, now I got 'em motivated
I'm stimulated, them calls waitin', them pussy niggas soldier hatin'
They can talk when they get this mouth, tell 'em I'm gon' face 'em
Beat the economy I was raised in, you can't find no identification in
A dedicated, I can't be duplicated
I'm steady ponderin', I ain't situated
If I'm patient waitin', everything you got just know it's planned to be confiscated
When I pull up, I'm confiscatin', I ain't got no time for no conversation
My familia keep me in me, now they wan' investigate me
Give me team in the hood, they die for me, on side of me or someone in me
Inside me ragin', a mystical feelin' in the sky I'm feelin'
I'm blowin' my mind, raised me a gangster, every day I be sinnin'
I'm in a million-dollar cut, no tag, phone call, another bag
Bad bitch, a big ass, we both done served one Xanny
I'm out here in these streets and I don't hide from these niggas
I got 12 cars and that's 12 ways to ride on these niggas
I pull up, they involved in my clothes, it's the finest
These hoes and my bros all behind me
Blue lights, oh no, the Lord has stopped me
I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets
I don't need her
I come from the jungle, told the bitch I'm a cheetah
Put a gun on her and the bitch say, "Babita"
I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my leader
I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with murder and you need her
She call me Deshaun and she weep when I leave her
My heart, it had tuned off, man, she a cheater, might beat her
Hold up, let me rethink, I don't need her
Inside my mind, I think this pussy boy pretendin' (boy, what?)
Hold up, top floor boss, five bad bitches, five sticks in the truck
I'm the man, can't go now, nigga playin', pull up, I'ma hit a bitch for one
Nigga, add that up, 30 million R-E
Five million in the condo I ain't never see
All I go for the thinkin', smoke my weed
Bad bitch from the back and watch the scene
I don't need her
I come from the jungle, told the bitch I'm a cheetah
Put a gun on her and the bitch say, "Babita"
I told her to leave, but I'm stayin' with my leader
I'm ridin' in a V, I'm with murder and you need her
They involved in my clothes, it's the finest
These hoes and my bros all behind me
Blue lights, oh man, the Lord has stopped me
I just know I'm finna go, all this shit in my pockets
Huh, walk, lil' bitch
Walk, slime, Top
Man, man, I'ma go and tell 'em, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nigga, I be in the field, playin' props
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Mm, walk, walk, mm
Free Kentrell, boy, free the family