Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Tampering With Evidence Lyrics

Tampering With Evidence

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"Tampering With Evidence." - Moneybagg Yo & YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Thursday, 22 October 2026, 06:30 am

Album: Fed Baby’s

Track No: 10

Police lock us up 'cause they don't understand the way we live
Interrogatin' us all for hours, we ain't tellin' what we did
I was way up in New York, when they broke in Montana crib
Somebody told them we was gone, yeah, I know what it is
Some **** around me tryna snake me, prolly tryin' to get me killed
Shooters trillin' on my real ****, this the way we live
Seem like they started hatin' when they heard I got a deal
Momma told me that my cousin died, I ain't shed a tear
If it wasn't for Montana, I'd have juvenile life
Shackled down in Paris prison, I was fightin' for my life
Smokin' weed and totin' gun, Willie been here tonight
Now a judge don't want me 'round him, I know it's gon' be alright
Step on a **** for their talkin', now the police billin' cases on me
They know we 'bout it, if you a gangsta, keep that shit in the street
Strapped with that forty, I heard a **** want it with me
I put a **** straight to sleep, he think he fucking with me
Said that they want smoke, where dem poles, we gon' ride, ****
Steppin' with my bros, right or wrong, you gon' die, ****
I put that on my soul, we ain't hide, ****
I just wanna know, who got a problem, ****?
When my grandma died, made me wonder who gon' do for me
I don't trust nobody, make me wonder who gon' shoot for me
I ain't got a **** with me, just my girl and this coupe with me
Sincerely from my heart, I'ma tell you 'bout it truthfully
I know I'm gon' die, no, I do not had that long on earth
Swear I need a blessin', man, I need to take my ass to church
So pistol in the sky when you see me passin' in my hearse
I really don't feel loved, man, I swear to God, this shit hurt
And I know they gon' cry the same day I go
Tell my son come to my casket and leave me a rose
Call up in a three, promise me that you will never fall
Stand on all ten and don't ever put your trust in hoes, oh
They don't understand the way we live, whoa-oh
The-the-they don't understand the way we live, whoa-oh

Writer(s): Kentrell Gaulden, Damion Deron Williams & Aaron David Lockhart, Jr..

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