Lyrics of 'Casket' by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

Ladies and gentlemen, ayy, it’s me
The slimiest, most grimiest
(Suede, this my shit)
I'm talkin' 'bout most realest nigga you can ever meet
Lil' top, nigga

Want a lambo' as my casket when I'm put six feet
No addicts, for real, Lamborghini when they burry me
Let all the hoes who said they love me come and look and see
Shit was so ugly, but I'm blessed and I can barely see
Thou shall not kill, but on my sons, God, I want 'em bad
I show them other niggas they wasn't ready, it ain't make me glad
I'm sippin' brown, I ain't even no drinker, this shit make me mad
I askеd lil' ben: If you had seen him, why you ain't bust his ass?
I want my child, she don’t want to send 'еm, I'm too grown for this
Was chasin' money, other shit came, I ain't wanted this
And all this fame and these lies make me done with this
They know this me, the ones I love don’t, guess I don’t exist
I come as a sinner, lord, I'm takin' me to your scriptures
This shit might give me life up in the cage, God
But I'm holdin' on, I swear that I won't give up

I'm built for it, mm, ahh, oh I'm built for it
Only way I live, we die to live, God, I'm built for it
On my lil' boys, on everything, I'm built for it
On every nigga I kilt, God forgive me, I'm built for it

Ones that I know who talk to him say he want squash the beef
No, fuck the peace and fuck that bitch, you gotta die
Say extra prayers for doing your partner fore' I go to sleep
But you a lit boy, I got other niggas who want smoke with me
But matter a fact, who the fuck is you? Ole bitch ass nigga
I'm from the slums, the same as you and I got big racks, nigga
Shoot out with you, ain't go to jail, I'm with that nigga
I know you heard me goin' to war, you don’t wanna be that nigga
On my mama, I got time on top they life just like a timer
She had told me: Zip that nigga in a week and less, I got 'em
This nigga felt he had to slide, I sent them slimes to zip his partner
Didn't like the picture of his mama, pussy bitch, you don’t want no problems
Mm, I need help
Still thinkin 'bout her and I don’t want no one else
I could be with her, every thing she did, I felt
Never again, we couldn't talk, ain't nothin left
Talk, ain't nothin' left
Lord to be, I just wanna tell ya I come as a sinner
You might think I'm dumb [?] give me sense
And I ain't even go keep rapping, though
I'm happy so I'm good (oh slime, oh slime)