Amid the haze of Baton Rouge block parties and back-alley confessions, YoungBoy Never Broke Again pours out his soul like an open wound, turning brotherhood into both shield and scar. “My Brothers” isn’t just a track—it’s a gritty prayer for the ones who rode shotgun through the chaos, the childhood crew now scattered by time and tragedy. As sirens fade into the rearview, YoungBoy grapples with ghosts of the past, his voice cracking over beats that feel like a heartbeat in overdrive. For fans chasing that raw edge, My Brothers lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again capture the fragile code of the streets, where love means loading up and loyalty demands everything.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | Decastro, 1parkerhill, Brigtaudio, Mally Mall & Akidwithadream |
| Label | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Never Broke Again |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
Lyrics of My Grave by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
(It’s Goin’ Down, Drew)
(Mally Mall)
[Chorus]
Me And Most Of My Childhood Friends, We Don’t Thug No More
And I Just Ask You, God, Protect They Soul
Make Sure They Hold They Own
In The Streets, It’s Any Way It Can Go
And I’ll Be Patiently Waitin’ Right Here With My Pole, Until You Call My Phone
Gangsta Shit, I Came From This
I Ride For You, I’ll Spank A B**ch
I’ma Bang For You
I’ma Bang For Shit, Until The Day That I’m Gone
I’ma Pull Up Quick About My Brother, My Brother
And I’ma Slump A B**ch, That’s On My Mother (Uh)
[Verse 1]
Molly All Night (Yeah), I’m On Santan
Firearm, Tucked On My Side, I’m Like Bambam
Pedestrians Admire My Rides
This A Rolls Royce
Babygirl, You’re F**ked Up In Life, Now, I Got Cold Heart
I Cry For My Brother
Pop Out, Pop My Cutter
Phat Black, I Love Ya
My Ten, They Will Never Find Another
With The Same Niggas I Struggle With, I Bust It With
Let’s Do It, 5
I’m Rich As Shit, On Gutter Shit, I’m Stuck On This, Until I Die
[Chorus]
Me And Most Of My Childhood Friends, We Don’t Thug No More
And I Just Ask You, God, Protect They Soul
Make Sure They Hold They Own
In The Streets, It’s Any Way It Can Go
And I’ll Be Patiently Waitin’ Right Here With My Pole, Until You Call My Phone
Gangsta Shit, I Came From This
I Ride For You, I Spank A B**ch
I’ma Bang For You
I’ma Bang For Shit, Until The Day That I’m Gone
I’ma Pull Up Quick About My Brother
And I’ma Slump A B**ch, That’s On My Mother
[Verse 2]
I’ma Tell You, Three, Know I Love You, Nigga
And I’m Stuck With You, You A Part Of Me
You And That Girl Cool, But I’ll Kill Her Too ’cause Them Lil’ Boys Done Started Me
Ridin’ ’round, And I’m Breakin’ Rules, I’m 16, With Big B
I Know That Herm Gon’ Bust His Tool, You Play Around With Yb
Nigga, This For Choppa, E
In The Car, Me And Quincy C
P. Sellin’ Boy, I Got My Heat
I’m Livin’ Hard, I Ain’t Got No Peace
I’m Tellin’ God Please Save Me
Get Me The F**k Up Out These Streets, I’m Hurtin’ Bad
I’ma Be In Jail, Behind My Mans
’cause I’m Gon’ Bust A B**ch A*s
[Chorus]
Me And Most Of My Childhood Friends, We Don’t Thug No More
And I Just Ask You, God, Protect They Soul
Make Sure They Hold They Own
In The Streets, It’s Any Way It Can Go
And I’ll Be Patiently Waitin’ Right Here With My Pole, Until You Call My Phone
Gangsta Shit, I Came From This
I Ride For You, I Spank A B**ch
I’ma Bang For You
I’ma Bang For Shit, Until The Day That I’m Gone
I’ma Pull Up Quick About My Brother, My Brother
And I’ma Slump A B**ch, That’s On My Mother
[Verse 3]
I’ll Cry For You, I’ll Lie For You, Do Everything, But Die For You
Why? ’cause I’m Gon’ Pull Up, I’m Gon’ Slang That Fire For You, That Fire
Tell Them, You Ain’t Gotta Be Number-one, Forever, You’ll Be My 5 (5)
I’ll Be The Reason The Witness Ain’t Make It Up In Trial
More Than My B**ch, I Love My Brother
But I Don’t Love My B**ch More Than My Money, No
Baby Buddha In This B**ch, I’m In A Tundra
I Gotta Go Scoop Up Skully And This B**ch Wan’ Get Me Out My Drawls
Issey Miyake, My Diamonds, They Shinin’
Walk In That B**ch, On That Mud
Look At These Jeans I’m Wearin’, My Car, My Linin’
Showin’ Them Love, Big Thug
I’m More Than Bit, You Talkin’ ’bout Coins, Ain’t Minin’
Got The Bad B**ch On Drugs
You A Ho, Nigga, You Ain’t Pull Up And Bust
I Would’ve Came Wherever My Brother Was
[Chorus]
Hit Him Out Of There, We Don’t Thug No More
And I Just Ask You, God, Protect They Soul
Make Sure They Hold They Own
In The Streets, It’s Any Way It Can Go
And I’ll Be Patiently Waitin’ Right Here With My Pole, Until You Call My Phone
Gangsta Shit, I Came From This
I Ride For You, I’ll Spank A B**ch
I’ma Bang For You
I Don’t Bang For Shit, Until The Day That I’m Gone
I’ma Pull Up Quick About My Brother
And I’ma Slump A B**ch, That’s On My Mother
About “My Grave by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy Never Broke Again lays bare the unbreakable bond in “My Brothers,” a trap hymn that swings from tender vows to vengeful roars—slime forever, even when the world’s closing in.
Peel back the layers, and “My Brothers” hums with the soul of Southern trap’s underbelly: themes of fading thug life, divine pleas for protection, and the ironclad ride-or-die ethos that defines survival. The mood teeters on the edge—reflective in its choruses, where YoungBoy whispers to God about lost souls, then erupts into verses laced with cold-hearted flexes and firearm fantasies. Production, helmed by Decastro, 1parkerhill, Brigtaudio, Mally Mall, and Akidwithadream, layers moody piano loops with thunderous 808s, giving space for his auto-tuned vulnerability to breathe without softening the menace.
Tucked into Slime Cry, YoungBoy’s ninth studio album—a 30-track odyssey of masked pain and unfiltered slime speak—”My Brothers” anchors the project’s core vision: reclaiming family amid betrayal’s fallout. It’s less about the glamour of the grind and more a raw audit of what sticks when the money and the mud dry up, echoing the crew’s slang from early mixtapes like 38 Baby but with a weathered wisdom. Standouts like “Switches” and “Love Speaks” flank it, weaving a tapestry of trial-tested ties that feels like eavesdropping on a late-night cypher.
The album hit streams on January 16 via Never Broke Again and Motown, capping a whirlwind rollout that saw Slime Cry pre-saves skyrocket on Spotify—link up here if you’re catching up. No flashy collabs on this one; it’s intimate, with visuals already dropping on YouTube that pair the track’s intensity with stark, streetlit vignettes. Early numbers? It’s pushing the project toward another No. 1 debut, as fans flood timelines with clips of blasting it from Rollies to project stoops.
Now 26 and navigating house arrest like a boss, YoungBoy’s in full phoenix mode, dropping Slime Cry as his most cohesive body since The Last Slimeto—a sign he’s trading reckless volume for surgical strikes. This era marks his growth: the teen firebrand evolving into a storyteller who humanizes the hustle, blending spiritual seeking with street scripture. In a discog bloated with bangers, “My Brothers” stands tall as a cornerstone, proving why he’s rap’s most relentless pulse—turning personal hells into anthems that hit universal.
Lines like “I’ll cry for you, I’ll lie for you, do everything but die for you” cut through the bravado, flipping the script on gangsta tropes to reveal the quiet terror of outliving your day-ones. As 2026 unfolds with more visuals and potential tours on the horizon, it’s clear: YoungBoy’s not just surviving the game; he’s rewriting its rules, one brother at a time.
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