Hold your own Youngboy NBA Lyrics

New Song Hold your own – YoungBoy NBA (Never Broke Again). Hold your own lyrics are penned by YoungBoy NBA (Never Broke Again), Bans, Khris James, MalikOTB & Jay Lv. This song is from YoungBoy NBA’s new album The Last Slimeto.

Hold Your Own Lyrics

[Intro]
(Ayo, Bans, what you cookin’?)
(It’s Malik on the track)
(Run that shit up, Jay)
It’s YoungBoy
(Khris James, what the fuck?)

[Verse 1]
Street nigga and she got a real possessive body
Youngin’, don’t you want your life? Don’t be stupid, this ain’t kamikaze
How you ‘posed to hustle? You can’t focus, you out here takin’ Roxies
Knowin’ I got the trick like hocus pocus for to drop the boxes

[Chorus]
Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam

[Verse 2]
Go, New York in a peacoat, catch me jumpin’ out of taxis
Just paid ten million for my taxes, no time for flashin’
Transaction active, he too flashy
What’s the worse perhaps could happen?
Result in him tied up on the other sidе of the bed, stuffed undеr the mattress
Tryna twist my world around like she a Rubik’s Cube
Tryna bring some love around to stop my hustle, I’ll murder Cupid
She say, “You don’t deserve me, stupid, you fuckin’ jerk, let go of my shirt”
Since grandma died, I ain’t go to church, she a gospel woman, the past hurt
In the eight Atlantic section, hand in a pot, I’m with VL
Been a chef before a rapper, I was tryna show ’em that my recipes still good still
Duckin’ from a line of steel, they done [?][1:15] the car
Tell the bosses in my time, “I’m on the line, hold your cigar”
Shots fired, we send ’em back, the neighbors say they saw us
And they knowin’ we can’t control it, but try protectin’ they lil’ boy
Feelin’ insecure, I could work you good, but feel like a lil’ boy
That’s just me, I’m thinkin’ out loud, but your bitch’ll tell you I go hard
I done jumped up out my sleep, I’m on K2, it’s not that boy
No direction, ain’t no plans, just tell Khris to just press record
Just bought a new house for my girl, my daughters, and my lil’ boys
Six million, bitch, I’m sittin’ on top the mountain like Costello, nigga

[Chorus]
Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam

[Verse 3]
Just did time, became a hustler, tryna turn it from backwards (What that mean?)
He been tryna make the money keep on stackin’
Education out the streets, don’t need no lecture pastor
Run from police, they don’t like me ’cause I’m a rich fuckin’ bastard
Turn it up, go faster, I come from stolen cars to my own whip
Got a shooter inside with me, ain’t got no name, they like, “Who own him?”
Told youngin, “Don’t leave the backside of that Nawf,” they like, “Who zoned him?”
Finally rich, I came home and turned around, they said, “They cloned him”
Mathematics gon’ switch my whole position, we play with numbers here
Start it, end it, puttin’ shit in the grave, this be them diggers, yeah
Green flag tattoos all on they face and they be quick to kill
From the environment, holdin’ my bitch body, it was an attempt to get me drilled
The art of water, art of murder, look who standin’ still
Audemars came stainless steel
Portrait painter can’t even paint the kid
DA tryna paint the picture
A lie, I can’t, the truths, I bid
Signed a gentle bond, still set the bid
Dreamed of contract business as a kid

[Chorus]
Hold your own, young man
Hold
And remember no love
Inside these streets you roam

Checkout Other Songs from The Last Slimeto Album by YoungBoy NBA :-

1. I Know
2. Hold Your Own
3. Umm Hmm
4. Top Sound
5. My Time
6. My Go To
7. Lost Soul Survivor
8. Fuck Da Industry
9. Kamikaze
10. Free Dem 5’s
11. Swerving
12. Stay The Same
13. Home Ain’t Home
14. 7 Days
15. Digital
16. Vette Motors
17. Slow Down
18. Don’t Rate Me
19. Proof
20. 4KT Baby
21. The North Bleeding
22. Loner Life
23. Acclaimed Emotions
24. Wagwan
25. Ghost
26. Nightfall
27. Holy
28. I Got The Bag
29. Mr. Grim Reaper
30. I Hate YoungBoy

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