On The Rest
Youngboy Never Broke Again Lyrics


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(Pipe that shit up, TnT)
You gettin' me, D-Will?
Yeah
They know who I am

I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah

I pull up icy from my fuckin' head to teeth (head to teeth)
I don't speak, you see murder when I blink
I'm in that Rolls with that gang out on the street
These pussy ass niggas gon' sing, they try takin' somethin' from me
I done ran a check up, I could promise I won't hurt no more
Straight out that North, that's on my boy, I never trust no ho
Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole
I'ma catch my K before I freeze, they'll never say I fold
Who broke the code?

I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah

Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain't been paid, okay
I paid that bitch to close her mouth, they think I'm fazed, I ain't
Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain't stayed ten days
Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise
Go check my bank account, don't give a fuck who lit
Any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch
But this nigga, I can show him how to move a brick
They know we be with the shit
Ask Ville, I'm gon' get 'em hit
They sit on shit inside the sixty

I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that




I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah

Overall Meaning

The song "On The Rest" by YoungBoy Never Broke Again is a hard-hitting reflection of the artist's life and struggles. The song begins with the singer stating that he had no choice but to "jump off the porch," meaning he had to start making his way in the world at a young age. He also mentions the drug trade and violence, with references to carrying a gun (toting a dirty pole) and being willing to kill (niggas die on sight).


Despite the danger and negativity in his life, though, the singer remains focused on his goals of making money and being successful. He talks about stacking cash and investing it (get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up), and also references his growing fame and success (any problem, get it fixed, worry 'bout no nigga or no bitch).


Throughout the song, YoungBoy Never Broke Again reflects on his past and present, and expresses his determination to keep pushing forward, no matter what obstacles he may face. The lyrics are intense and raw, and paint a vivid picture of the artist's mindset and life experiences.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't have no choice, I jumped off the porch, dope wasn't right, huh
I had to start hustling early because my family's financial situation was tough and the drugs I sold weren't always good quality.


Keep that red flag, tote that dirty pole, plus he right, huh
I always carry my red flag to represent my gang and I carry a gun because it's necessary for protection.


He ain't never know that they wasn't his type, but he know now
He used to be involved with women who didn't have his best interests at heart, but now he knows better.


He say fuck these hoes, niggas die on sight, they get rolled out
He doesn't trust women anymore and anyone who crosses him will be dealt with severely.


He say get that money, spend that money, stack that shit up, yeah, yeah
He's all about making money and saving it, and he doesn't waste time on things that don't bring him financial gain.


Juggin' back, bet that, this four hundred grand, correct that
He's making a lot of money from his deals and always knows how much he's earned.


I won't talk, I pulled up lookin', where that check at?
He doesn't say much but he always wants to know where his money is.


I pull up icy from my fuckin' head to teeth (head to teeth)
He likes to show off his wealth by wearing expensive jewelry and clothing.


I don't speak, you see murder when I blink
He's not one for small talk and his demeanor can be intimidating.


I'm in that Rolls with that gang out on the street
He likes to drive his fancy car around with his gang, representing their power on the streets.


I done ran a check up, I could promise I won't hurt no more
He's made a lot of money and doesn't want to go back to living in poverty and struggling.


Before I run, I stop, pop out, I aim and blow the pole
He's always ready to defend himself and his crew if he needs to, and he's skilled with a gun.


Want that McLaren, but my taxes ain't been paid, okay
He wants to buy an expensive car but hasn't paid his taxes yet.


Paid two mil' close for my house, I ain't stayed ten days
He's spent a lot of money on a house but hasn't even lived in it yet.


Young nigga turnt so much, they came, gave me a raise
He's become very successful in his career and has been rewarded for it.


Go check my bank account, don't give a fuck who lit
He's not worried about others trying to compete with his success, and knows his bank account is impressive.


But this nigga, I can show him how to move a brick
He's willing to teach someone who's willing to learn about the drug game and how to make money.


They sit on shit inside the sixty
There are people in the area who are holding on to drugs, waiting to sell them and make a profit.


I told 'em bet that and cash out on the rest, yeah
He's instructing his associates to invest in their deals and make sure they make a profit, even if they have to cut their losses on other ventures.




Lyrics Β© Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Kentrell Gaulden, Thomas Horton, Sterling Reynolds, Lukas Payne

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