Still Waiting
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa
(All phone calls are subject to monitoring and recording)
Who made this shit?
(Tay Tay made the beat)
It's Lil Top
I'm reporting live, nigga, I'm reporting live from lockdown

I got four walls to myself
Sittin' inside of here, I ain't got no bail
They just want me for to fail, they don't wanna see me win at all
Know they happy that I'm gone, I guess this shit here make them proud
My youngest daughter, she caught COVID
Now a nigga wanna change, I can bet my feelings on it
Famous but right now I'm lonely
Seem that all my hoes phony, they just want me for a name
They just want me for my money
It's stormy now but gon' be sunny
On the phone, it ain't much that I can tell you
Just hold me down and I promise I won't fail you
How I'm feeling, it ain't no one I can tell it to
Who really love me? I can say a few
Mama, I'm so sorry, I can't save myself
Grandpa, just your opinion matter, it ain't no one else
Momo, I miss your love, I been tryna find myself
Don't wanna be in jail, just tell 'em I accept the chair

I'm sorry that I ain't call
I been thinking that you with someone else
We wit' it through collect call, baby
Hoping when you hear my voice that I turn you on crazy (hold on)
Smoking dro that my celly gave me
Hoping Baby Joe done found safety
'Cause I don't wanna lose no brother, I been going crazy
Heard 10 got good news and I'm still waiting

I'm still waiting on them to free a nigga, yeah
My girl act like she don't need a nigga, yeah
Even though I'm locked up you got all my time
You don't know, inside I feel like I'm dyin'
YoungBoy driving fast, I won't crash at all
You better keep your strap or get your head took off
I'm recordin' through the jail phone I'm dead raw, dead raw
Most these niggas scared to fight, they that soft, that soft
They got me wearin' Bob Barker, wish I had on some VLONE
Prosecutors wanna hang me, they don't wanna see me home
I am not a bad person, please excuse the time I'm on
I just wanna raise my kids, they just wanna say I'm wrong

I'm sorry that I ain't call
I been thinking that you with someone else
We wit' it through collect call, baby
Hoping when you hear my voice that I turn you on crazy
Smoking dro that my celly gave me
Hoping Baby Joe done found safety
'Cause I don't wanna lose no brother, I been going crazy
Heard 10 got good news and I'm still waiting

Who made this shit? (Tay Tay made the beat)
I'm still waiting on them to free a nigga, yeah
My girl act like she don't need a nigga, yeah




Even though I'm locked up you got all my time
You don't know, inside I feel like I'm dyin'

Overall Meaning

The song Still Waiting by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is an emotionally charged track that speaks to the pain and loneliness that come with incarceration. The song begins with the artist acknowledging his situation, reporting live from lockdown, and expressing his frustration with being locked up, "I got four walls to myself, sittin' inside of here, I ain't got no bail". He goes on to talk about how he feels that people are happy that he is in jail and how he is disappointed in the phoniness of his relationships with women. He talks about feeling lonely, missing his family, and how he wishes to change his ways.


The chorus of the song is where the artist expresses his desperation, "I'm still waiting on them to free a nigga, yeah. My girl act like she don't need a nigga, yeah. Even though I'm locked up you got all my time. You don't know, inside I feel like I'm dyin'". This showcases the intense emotional and psychological toll that incarceration can have on an individual. He talks about hoping that his friends remain safe and worrying about losing them while he is locked up.


In the second verse, YoungBoy talks about the difficulties of communication while in jail, expressing his regret for not communicating more with his loved ones and how he feels that his girlfriend might be seeing other people while he is in jail. He also speaks about people in jail who are "soft" and "scared to fight" and how he wishes he could wear better clothes. He talks about wanting to go home and raise his kids.


Overall, the song is a poignant representation of the pain and loneliness that come with being incarcerated. It speaks to the emotional and psychological toll that incarceration can have on an individual and how it can affect their relationships and personal well-being.


Line by Line Meaning

Oh whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa (All phone calls are subject to monitoring and recording)
The phone call is being monitored and recorded.


Who made this shit? (Tay Tay made the beat)
Tay Tay made the beat for this song.


It's Lil Top
This song is by Lil Top.


I'm reporting live, nigga, I'm reporting live from lockdown
The rapper is currently in lockdown and is reporting live from there.


I got four walls to myself Sittin' inside of here, I ain't got no bail They just want me for to fail, they don't wanna see me win at all Know they happy that I'm gone, I guess this shit here make them proud
The rapper is currently locked up without bail and feels like people want him to fail. He thinks they are happy he's not around and this makes them proud.


My youngest daughter, she caught COVID Now a nigga wanna change, I can bet my feelings on it Famous but right now I'm lonely Seem that all my hoes phony, they just want me for a name They just want me for my money It's stormy now but gon' be sunny
The rapper's daughter has COVID and he wants to change because of it. He's famous but feels lonely right now. He thinks his girls only want him for his fame and money. Although it's stormy now, he believes things will get better.


On the phone, it ain't much that I can tell you Just hold me down and I promise I won't fail you How I'm feeling, it ain't no one I can tell it to Who really love me? I can say a few
The rapper can't say much on the phone but wants his loved ones to hold him down and promises not to fail them. He doesn't have anyone to tell how he's truly feeling, but he knows a few people who love him for who he is.


Mama, I'm so sorry, I can't save myself Grandpa, just your opinion matter, it ain't no one else Momo, I miss your love, I been tryna find myself Don't wanna be in jail, just tell 'em I accept the chair
The rapper is sorry he can't save himself and wants his grandma's opinion because it matters the most. He misses his mom's love and is trying to find himself. He doesn't want to be in jail, and he's ready to accept the death penalty.


I'm sorry that I ain't call I been thinking that you with someone else We wit' it through collect call, baby Hoping when you hear my voice that I turn you on crazy (hold on) Smoking dro that my celly gave me Hoping Baby Joe done found safety 'Cause I don't wanna lose no brother, I been going crazy Heard 10 got good news and I'm still waiting
The rapper apologizes for not calling and thinks his girl is with someone else. He hopes to turn her on when she hears his voice. He's smoking drugs his cellmate gave him, hoping his brother baby Joe is safe. He heard good news about someone but is still waiting for more details.


I'm still waiting on them to free a nigga, yeah My girl act like she don't need a nigga, yeah Even though I'm locked up you got all my time You don't know, inside I feel like I'm dyin'
The rapper is still waiting to be freed, and his girl seems like she doesn't need him. Even though he's locked up, he's giving her all his time. But inside, he feels like he's dying.


YoungBoy driving fast, I won't crash at all You better keep your strap or get your head took off I'm recordin' through the jail phone I'm dead raw, dead raw Most these niggas scared to fight, they that soft, that soft They got me wearin' Bob Barker, wish I had on some VLONE Prosecutors wanna hang me, they don't wanna see me home I am not a bad person, please excuse the time I'm on I just wanna raise my kids, they just wanna say I'm wrong
The rapper can drive fast without crashing. He advises others to keep their guns or risk getting killed. He's recording through a jail phone, and he's being real in his music. Most people are scared to fight and are soft. He wishes he was wearing a different brand, and the prosecutors want to keep him behind bars. He's not a bad person, and he just wants to raise his kids, but people are judging him wrongly.




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Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Tavian Carter

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Chance


on No Switch

[Intro]
Grr, bow, bow, bitch
These niggas hoes (Ayy, chase him)
You already know how I get down, you heard me?
These bitch ass niggas
You know how it turn out every time (You already know, bitch)
You heard me? I'm out that north (That Northside)
You heard me? Make pistols spark, you heard me?
(Bitch, it's 3800 block, you heard me?)
They be hard, you heard me?
(Bitch, come cross that track)
They be like Yamahas, you heard me?
(Cross that railroad)
.45 Glocks and shit

[Chorus]
All these niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, wе drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' mе
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder man
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down wit' that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

[Verse 1]
Pallbearers bring your body to the grave (Mm-hmm)
Don't do no missin' wit' these K's, and that's on Dave (Mm-hmm)
Don't give a fuck about where you from
We leave you slumped, and that's on Dump
On bottom, the Draco got a drum
Come out the window, then we dump (Bow, bow)
Leave him dead, bro, don't call my phone
I'm bein' investigated by DOJ and the Feds
Slime gon' have the money, where you stay at?
I'm a child, that's how I play it
Watchin' 'toons while gettin' head
Backyardigans inside my bed
Then I switch to Bob the Builder
Take a bitch then body build her
They know I like bodies, I catch bodies wit' the slimest niggas
They know I be wildin', from my mama house, I shot a nigga
Fuck it, shoulda split his fitted

[Chorus]
All these pussy niggas talkin' 'bout them switches, this choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder mane
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down wit' that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

[Verse 2]
Shawty got that ass, that's my lil' baby, I buy her a bottle
Don Julio, plus my lil' four, he got all them narcotics
1942, or pour a four, I go to diddy boppin'
Makeup on my face, or either way, bitch, you don't want my problems
They know I'm gon' see about it
They know I don't give no fuck
They know they don't want to see Lul Tim jump from out that truck
They know Quando rollin' like them 60s, buck, he put you up
Know I'm a thug ass nigga out that north, and I'ma throw it up
And I'm in this bitch, I whacked that bitch but innocent
I buy my babymama anything, bitch, 'cause I'm really rich
I pull up on that silly shit, I'm laughin', but it turn out bad
Try to fight me, I'ma pop you daddy
4MATIC, you can catch me in that Maybach flashin'

[Chorus]
This choppa came automatic
Red flag, you know the business
Pop his ass, we drop his ass
That be that green flag activity
All these niggas talkin' 'bout killin' me
So bet, let's get it started
They know I been a murder mane
We bust his brain, jump in that water
Hold on, swim like you a shark, bitch
Show him he a goldfish, show him how that pole hit
Walk down wit' that four-nick'
Hold on, talkin' bout that glizzy switch
My nigga, get your soul lit
Know you heard 'bout all these bodies, we be wildin'
That gravediggin' shit

[Outro]
Nigga, I'm way from the South, bitch
I'm from the bottom of the-
I'm from the bottom of the motherfuckin' United States
You heard me?
We ain't nothin' but some alligators, you heard me
Some rapper slayers, you already know, 4
You know it, whole lot of convicts and shit (Haha)
Pussy ass nigga, they don't like me
Bitch, I don't like you neither

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