Lyrics of 'We Dem' by YoungBoy Never Broke Again (NBA YoungBoy)

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 a dollar
All for my name, you posted, they follow
Using you up the point you done caught 'em
I don't 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
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 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

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 we leave, we gone slide now