Lyrics NBA YoungBoy – Steady

Fuckin’ Beat Execz nigga
Slime, yeah
(Slatt)
Ooh

Before I die I send my prayers up to heaven
I take the blame for my trials I’ve been livin’ too reckless
Run down and shoot him in his shit, no he ain’t gotta come test me
I got this carbon in the car and I’ma convicted Felon
I got this carbon in the car and I’ma convicted Felon
I’m livin’ on the main stage and all my youngins be steppin’
I’m on the road with Baby Joe months ago he was my celly
He got a Tec up in this bitch it’s cocked and loaded and ready
He still a run up in yo shit and take it all if you let him
These niggas pussy as a bitch, but once they throw it I catch it
Up with the Glock in-front the club and bitch I’m sending a message
And I’ma die behind this shit at least I know where I’m headed
Fuck a hand hold yo own
Ain’t never break the code
Through that cell, I stood alone
Bitch now tell me who gone fold
I admit, it left me cold
Fucking round with these hoes
Need a one who down just to be up, that bitch a sell her soul
Money take over walk through the valley with crack addicts
Jania tatted gun on my side survivor tactics
Counted up 80 bands ain’t finish school no mathematics
No we don’t pick and choose he break the rules we let em have it

To all my niggas dead and gone I’ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause bitch you know I don’t trust you
Steady be riding around you know how me and my thugs do

Every nigga with me got a stick might think that we purging
And we ready for to go get off in some shit like it’s urgent
Quarter-million dollar car parked on the block and I swerve it
Nigga said that he want smoke behind who shot? I ain’t heard it
I’m ready ‘fore to hear them words I drop a bag on ’em
All my niggas moving on my word and they gone smash on em
Ain’t come and look for you myself because I’m chasing money
But if you ever run into me that’s your ass

To all my niggas dead and gone I’ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause bitch you know I don’t trust you
Steady be riding around you know how me and my thugs do
Steady calling my phone saying, these niggas won’t touch you
To all my niggas dead and gone I’ma tell you I love you
I keep the chrome cause bitch you know I don’t trust you
Steady callin my phone sayin these niggas won’t touch you