Chords for YoungBoy Never Broke Again - Carter Son [Official Audio]

You're a genius, McFly! _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Ayy, yeah, _ _ _ _ it's the Carter son.
[Eb] _ _ [Bb] _ [Ebm] _
_ _ Son of a_
_ [Ab] _ [Ebm]
Picture me, new 3D denim, I'm city rollin'. Rollin'!
But did [Bbm] I mention this [Ebm] my own clothes?
The fuckin' main, main nigga bout my own rollin'.
But if them crackers put [Ab] me over, they gon' [Ebm] say I stole it.
Money, we own it, I went broke too, it's true.
[Eb] My father left my sister and bros to them, [Bbm] I feel the [Ebm] odin'.
But let's not be heroic, cause everybody rogue.
They don't want us toting guns, but they let the fuckin' [Fm] killers tote [Ebm] it.
Let's just take a ride and see though, what them people be though.
Coke 45, they grip the Xan, bought this bitch [Fm] from casino.
[Ebm] Soprano, no Soprano, we live life like Gambino.
Had a short BMO after they post on [Bbm] the block with Chino.
[Ebm] I'm a hustlin' motherfucker, look for a star on every honey casino.
I'm the top on YouTube, fuckin' new school, I don't [Db] use no B-Bucks.
These [Ebm] niggas around me, they too cruel, they fucked too, and died for me though.
[Eb] I don't pay money for no [Ebm] life, them riddle pay off me so.
Came out [Eb] alright, but I'm [Bb] blinded from the [Ebm] light, I can't see no light.
I'm blinded from this light, I can't see no light.
[Db] Now the volt [Ebm] can't trick me.
Got juveniles on the block, 30 stick hangin' out the Glock.
Bandana tied around the clip, and nigga all I want is it all.
And you ain't want me killin' them in your war.
You feel [F] me?
[Ebm]
Suck all the pain up, let's fuck the game.
Many niggas on the block, pushin' that [Bbm] rock.
[Ebm]
You got your change up, they brought your name up.
When this war we win, they fuckin' win.
These [Fm] niggas should've never [Ebm] beat us.
I can't say I'm fuckin' with all these B-Bombin'.
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'.
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama.
My papa, like load up, ain't comin' around all that.
Venezuela, Renalator, my first trip to Georgia made us.
So companion with ambition, [Bbm] double G, [Ebm] NBA made us.
I wish baptism could've saved us, never broke into the grave.
Excuse ourself, not gonna tell you.
[Fm] I make a pussy [Ebm] bite the pavement.
I can't say I'm fuckin' with all these B-Bombin'.
These niggas ain't right and they ballin'.
I don't give a fuck, no, I call up Osama.
My papa, like load up, ain't comin' around all that.
I came alright, [Eb] but I'm [Bb] blinded from the light.
[Ebm] I can't see the blood.
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Got juveniles on the block, 30 stick [Eb] hangin' out the Glock.
Bandana tied around the clip [Bb] and they go all [Ebm] out.