Lyrics Keep Me Dry - YoungBoy Never Broke Again , Quando Rondo

My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say to see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't want let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

"Hey sir", "How you doin', young man?"
"It was somethin' kept tellin' me for to come talk to you"
And it seem like that it's somethin' ain't goin' right
Here to smoove out my brudda

I miss my cousin, I slept in a bed wit' 'em
I'm missin' dead niggas, 'cause you know I ran wit' 'em
I keep my fam' wit' me, 'cause you know I don't fuck wit' niggas
Mr. Steal-His-Bitch, Poppin' Drugs, Takin' Gasoline
And my wrist game too proper, call it Harvard on a nigga, yeah
Wit' li' Jordan tryna steal a 40, now my nigga dead
Fucked up, but still drive Ferrari on a bad day
I hope that she can comprehend me

My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say to see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't want let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry

In the trenches, prolly where I feel the safest at
We've been broke up for a minute, baby take me back
I'm too loaded out my mental, ain't no shakin' back
Two extensions in my rental if he 80 racks
High speed in the banshee
I done been to ten this week and that's a damn shame
Tryna keep my mama off the streets, but she's so damaged
It's like my heart now skipped a beat, 'cause I'm so damaged (mm)

I'm traumatized from homicides, dem murder one be the victims
Jumped off the porch at grandma house, she throw up 60, my nigga
They got my dawg on house arrest, don't wanna see, beat the system
I'm steady thinkin' I'm gon' die, that's why I sleep wit' my pistol

My Lord got a better understandin', I'm not young no more
From the streets to the place to be, from the police car to GT
Got a funeral I must attend, so my slacks, they gotta crease
Remember them sayin' "You're weak, you're beat, you're slow, you're sleep" (yeah)
From when they say to see you later, then they die
Losin' my mind, I don't want let 'em see me cry, oh, no
Stuck in the rain and all this money keep me dry