Amid the haze of Baton Rouge nights, where dreams clash with the grind and every scar tells a story, YoungBoy Never Broke Again lays it all bare on “Don’t Break.” This track from his latest album Slime Cry isn’t just another flex—it’s a gut-wrenching exhale, grappling with love’s betrayal, the weight of the streets, and that unshakeable drive to push through. Listeners chasing Don’t Break lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again are tapping into something deeply personal, a sonic diary entry that turns isolation into anthemic resolve.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | BJondatrakk & D-Roc |
| Label | Never Broke Again & Motown Records |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | Never Broke Again |
| Distributor | Universal Music Group |
Lyrics of Don’t Break by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
(BJ On One)
[Refrain]
I Could See The Route Ain’t Clear
I Don’t Think Of Runnin’ Backwards
Take The Money, Then You Leave, Ain’t Tryna Stop, Then Leave In Shackles
I Been Ramblin’ ’cause My Plans Feel Dismantled
Y’all Gon’ Let Me Go From Here, I’ll Hold Myself For That Ransom
(D-Roc)
[Chorus]
Love Jumped Ship, Tears Been Fallin’
Into This Game, I Gave All Me
Pain Rulin’ All My Days, I Don’t Feel Safe
I Need To Get It Paid And Get Up Out Of Here
[Verse 1]
Me Know, You Know I Don’t Break
My Gun In His Face, Squeeze, ’til Metal Break
And These Seats Are Not That Great, But Life Never Been So Clear
Check How I Came Full Of Pain, But, Bitch, I Made It, I Ain’t Changed
‘Til They Locked Up In Them Chains, But, Shit, Fuck It, This The Game
Meechy On His Way Up Out And Phat Black Back Up In Again
You Wouldn’t Feel Like That I Ain’t Make It Out It, Pussy-boy, You Ain’t My Friend
You Ain’t My Kind, You Ain’t My Slime
You Wasn’t On That Iron When Dump Died
You Wasn’t Slangin’ Iron All Of Them Times
When Them Pussy-niggas On My Side, Tryna Kill Us, Tryna Drill Us
Make A Pussy Nigga Feel Us
Murdered Them Bitches About My 5, And Pussy-boy, It’s Still Up
You Ain’t Got No Law Inside Y’all Circle, Y’all Ain’t Comin’ Near Us
So Why The Fuck You Steady Dissin’, Thinkin’ He Can Stand Up?
Bitch, Man Up
Gon’ Lose Your Motherfuckin’ Face You Put Your Hand Up, Bitch
They Tried To Walk Me To The Grave, That Money Ran Up Quick
[Chorus]
Love Jumped Ship, Tears Been Fallin’
Into This Game, I Gave All Me
Pain Rulin’ All My Days, I Don’t Feel Safe
I Need To Get It Paid And Get Up Out Of Here
[Verse 2]
She Really Like My Nigga, But She Fuck With Me ’cause I’m The One With The Money
When I Ain’t Around, Ain’t No Tellin’ What’s Goin’ On, They All Up To Somethin’
On This Bus, I Feel Alone, Even On The Stage, But I’m On It, For The Money
Nigga Jokin’, I’ma Split Him
I’m Tryna Find Out What He Thinkin’ Funny
I’ll Be Runnin’ Up My Currency, With Them Killers, The Economy Overrun
White Runtz Gettin’ Roasted Like My Cousin In A Monte
Meechy, Carlo, Costalo, Or Apollo
Slip And Catch Him Jumpin’ Out The Car Like Castellano
Bitch, You Feelin’ Macho? Knock The Meat Up Out Your Taco
On The Block, Until My Top Blow
Out The Top, The Roof, Where I Go
Makin’ Sure These Hollows Fall Down On Who Talk Low
I’m Makin’ Sure Them Niggas Never Want Soon As I Point Them
I Am, Yes, Sir, Out Body
[Chorus]
Love Jumped Ship, Tears Been Fallin’
Into This Game, I Gave All Me (Woah)
[Refrain]
I Could See The Route Ain’t Clear
I Don’t Think Of Runnin’ Backwards
Take The Money, Then You Leave, Ain’t Tryna Stop, Then Leave In Shackles
I Been Ramblin’ ’cause My Plans Feel Dismantled
Y’all Gon’ Let Me Go From Here, I’ll Hold Myself For That Ransom
[Chorus]
Love Jumped Ship, Tears Been Fallin’
Into This Game, I Gave All Me
Pain Rulin’ All My Days And I Don’t Feel Safe
I Need To Get Paid And Get Up Out Of Here
[Outro]
Huh, The Son Of The Spirit, Nigga
It’s Me, It’s ‘veeta
Tryna Get Even, Nigga
I Ain’t Your Equal, You Could Believe That
I Ain’t Your Equal, Nigga
I’m 5 Livin’ Huh?
About “Don’t Break by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy Never Broke Again shatters the silence on “Don’t Break,” where heartfelt refrains bleed into battle cries—a raw fusion of fragility and fury that hooks you from the first dismantled plan.
Peel back the layers, and “Don’t Break” simmers with the hallmarks of introspective trap: haunting piano loops and subtle hi-hats that give way to thunderous drops, courtesy of producers BJondatrakk and D-Roc. Thematically, it’s a meditation on resilience amid chaos—love jumping ship, pain dictating days, and the constant hum of danger from opps who “ain’t my slime.” The mood teeters between vulnerable confession and street-hardened defiance, like staring down a loaded barrel while whispering regrets. YoungBoy’s delivery? That signature rasp, half-sung, half-spat, weaving emotional fractures with vivid threats that make every bar feel lived-in.
Slime Cry, his ninth studio album, unfolds as a 30-track odyssey through the highs and hollows of slime loyalty, betrayal’s sting, and the quest for escape. Dropped on January 16 via Never Broke Again and Atlantic, it’s YoungBoy’s boldest emotional pivot yet—less about bombast, more about the quiet storms brewing beneath. Tracks like “Switches” and “Love Speaks” orbit the same gravitational pull: brotherhood as both anchor and curse, with Slime Cry envisioning a world where tears fuel the hustle. It’s a concept album in spirit, laced with nods to fallen comrades and fractured circles, all under that ever-present “5” banner.
The rollout hit hard—Slime Cry debuted with a Spotify pre-save frenzy that ballooned to millions, and “Don’t Break” as the closer has fans looping its outro like a mantra. No flashy collabs here; it’s YB solo, backed by his tight-knit production squad, though the Genius annotations are already buzzing with breakdowns of real-life beefs and bus-tour confessions. Stream it on Spotify now, where the album’s sitting pretty at No. 1 on the Rap charts, proving the hunger hasn’t waned.
Now 26 and navigating house arrest like a boss, YoungBoy’s in full phoenix mode, dropping Slime Cry as his most unfiltered since The Last Slimeto. This era marks his growth from raw teen phenom to reflective force—experimenting with melody over menace, yet doubling down on the authenticity that birthed hits like “Outside Today.” In a discography pushing 150 projects, “Don’t Break” stands out as a linchpin: it’s the vulnerability that humanizes the violence, the reason his voice echoes from trap houses to therapy sessions. Why it matters? In rap’s redemption arcs, YoungBoy doesn’t just survive the game—he rewrites its rules, turning shackles into anthems.
Layered with references to Meechy, Dump, and that relentless “runnin’ up my currency,” the song captures the paradox of fame’s isolation, where money’s the only faithful ride-or-die. As 2026 kicks off with beefs reigniting and tours teasing a return, Slime Cry feels like YoungBoy’s mid-career manifesto—proof that even when the route ain’t clear, he won’t fold.
YoungBoy’s pen game sharpens with every legal loop, making Slime Cry not just an album, but a lifeline tossed into the void.
