Lyrical Breakdown of We Dem - 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 "We Dem" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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DJ Swift on the track
Say
Aye you can't let nobody make you mad
I'ma say it like this,
how the fuck you don't want nobody
controlling you, but you let that person make you mad?
They controlling you
What you gone do when you fall?
(I know they all gone leave)
To all the one's left you alone
(On God, on God, on me)
You cry when nobody around
Control is all on me
You stressing, you ain't got no money
Had you a girl, but these bitches ain't nothin'
Jumped off the porch in the streets, now you thuggin'
Went back to jail cause you steady kept rushing
Diamonds, they hang down the neck of your cousin
Ain't throw you nothing, feel like "fuck it, you buster"
Ain't come in the clutch when you try to score something
Death on your mind, you ain't thinkin' bout nothing
Stay with a nine, think bout sticking up something
Got jacked by your brother, he left you with nothing
Ran up a check, when they see you, you stunting
People who left, now you see when they coming
Don't fuck with them niggas, you know how they coming
Gotta think 'fore you move, if you, you go under
Shine on them cause they blame you for their problems
Mad they ain't finish school for they mama
Bitch called my mama, he gone, go find him
Never knew love back then since a toddler
Turned to a killer, he bought him a chopper
Don't wanna talk if it ain't bout no dollar
All for my name, you posted, they follow
Using you up the point you done caught 'em
I done had some people stood
around me talking about the ones they with
You ain't got no morals, I know how you think but you ain't shit
Be able to see through a kiss and a hug
Prepare and protect your heart from the fake love
Stay bout your money, don't go to no club
Respond wit' a answer, don't never just shrug
No you is who they say you was
Say you ain't shit, you ain't nothing but a thug
Tell em think with they dick 'cause you don't give a fuck
Steady turning up cause you don't give a fuck
It's done, bitch, it's done
What you gone do when you fall?
(I know they all gone leave)
To all the one's left you alone
(On God, on God, on me)
You cry when nobody around
Control is all on me (I'm strapped up)
You stressing, you ain't got no money
You had you a girl, but these bitches ain't nothing
Jumped off the porch in the streets, now you thuggin'
Went back to jail cause you steady kept rushing
Diamonds, they hang down the neck of your cousin
Ain't throw you nothing, feel like "fuck it, you busted"
Ain't come in the clutch when you try to score something
Death on your mind, you ain't thinkin' bout nothing
Stay with a nine, think bout sticking up something
Got jacked by your brother, he left you with nothing
Take down, straight down
Had to check the background
Lame shame, had to tell that bitch that's the bite down
Money coming, had to to tell that nigga "right now"
Talking with no sense, had to tell that nigga stand down
Up with the TEC, had to make that nigga lay down
Hit a nigga up, when he drop, he gone stay down
Go to make a drop, when he leave, we gon' ride round
Nigga from the behind, tried the missile now and slide down
Thinking of the future when I don't got restrictions
Looked at the bitch had to tell her it's my time now
I'mma keep you in the front, I ain't leaving you behind now
Drop kick told her not to be so fine now
Chopstick laid in a cross she gon' die now
Man what you mean me and bitch she goin' diabolic
If I feel played really bitch she gon' sly about it
Crash out, slap her in the streets she gon' cry about it
Don't know we official she don't speak when a nigga talk
I'mma blow a whistle 'til you sleep on him talk
To this beat we gon' creep knowing that my niggas 'bout it
Ben walked in any extras see me call it
Steady going in no sense when a nigga talk
Got a long dick if you wanna say something about it
Said a nigga better stay all on 'em
You know it's all talk
You ain't hear me clear man I meant to say rip tongue...