Amid the haze of endless legal shadows and street echoes that have shaped his saga, NBA YoungBoy drops a gut-punch reminder of his inner storm with “Love Hate.” This unreleased gem, teased in snippets back in late 2024 and still rippling through fan circles in early 2026, captures the Louisiana rapper’s razor-sharp duality—clinging to trauma like a lifeline while chasing redemption in a world that won’t let him forget. It’s the kind of track that hits different after midnight, raw vulnerability spilling over booming beats, pulling you into the chaos of a life lived on high alert.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | [TBA] |
| Label | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Release Date | January 16, 2026 |
| Song Language | English |
| Copyright © | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
Lyrics of Love Hate by YoungBoy Never Broke Again
[Intro]
We Look Like Time
I’m Whatever That You On,
But You Really Don’t Think I Can Get Him Smashed?
I Don’t Want Him Around Me In This B**ch
Get On His Ass, Let ‘Em Do Him Bad, All Bad, B
Hold On
[Chorus]
L-O-V-E
H-A-T-E
S, L, Double-E, P, I Won’t Go To Sleep (Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah)
B, Double-E, F, He Don’t Wanna Beef
R-E-A-P, My Past Haunt Me
[Verse]
I Ain’t Lettin’ Go Of My Trauma
I Can’t Do This Shit Without My Mama
I’m Who Killed Your Problem
Youngboy, I’m A Motherf**kin’ Problem
Weed Been In My Body, It Done F**ked Me Up, It Got Me Wildin’
What You Want? I Got It
These Niggas Don’t F**k With Me
They Countin’ My Pocket, They Countin’ My Pockets (Yeah)
I Heard The FBI Been Blockin’ (Uh)
They Tryna Catch Me With This Chopper
They Just Wanna Put A Mugshot On Me (Yeah)
Jesus Got A Brand New Cross, For That Was My Bible
Now, Bring Your Ho Ass In The Street, Nigga
Without Them, I Wouldn’t Wan’ Be Here
B**ch, I’M In Boozilla Mode
This For My Cousin Who Gone
I Don’t Wanna Rap, I Wanna Wrap You, B**ch
B**ch, I’m From Up There And Gone
I Don’t Pick And Choose, I’ma Clap You,
B**ch, This Drum Sound Like The Trombone
Hold Up, I Ain’t Tryna Take You Home, In Here Like My Last Night
Girl, I Can’t Take You Home ‘Cause You Don’t Act Right
B**ch, I Am Extra’d Out The Wrong Way
I’m The Same, She Took My Soul, Baby
She Wan’ Take Me Down
‘Til It Get Found, I’M On My Own, Baby
Who The F**k Love Me? No, Oh, Oh
Oh, It Ain’t Too Many ‘Round That I See (‘Round That I Need)
Up With Your Strap, Better Up And Bat It
He Playin’ Raw, Dee (Got My Back)
If You Got My Back, And That’s A Fact, Ain’t Worried ‘Bout Nothin’
When It Go Back, Can’t Take It Off Me (Shh)
Bleed, Quick To Make Him Bleed, We Gon’ Take The B**ch To Sleep
Cheese, All My Niggas Beasts
Around With Keepers, Up, Ya Ceased (Blatt, Brrt, Blatt)
My Mom Been On That Trackhawk, We Come From The Jeep
Play With A Stack, Then Knock Your Hat Off, You Know How We Be
Yeah, I’m Off Tobacco, I’m On
Nigga, You A Ho, You Won’t Murder Nothin’
You A Motherf**kin’ Flunky, If You Ain’t Killed Me ‘Bout Yourself
You Ain’t Wakin’ Up And Chasin’ Money
A Piece Of Shit, I Hate Myself
But Make Sure My Wife Want For Nothin’, Huh?
This A Sixty-Thousand Chain That He Keep Breakin’, Wastin’ Money
I Just Wan’ Tell My Daughter, “Hey,” But I’m With Strainin’, I Ain’t Nothin’
Don’t Need No Gun, But I Just Want All K’s
You With Me, Then F**k Your Pain, Done Heard Of Me, Come Major Pain
Bro Leave One Dead To Move The Train
[Chorus]
L-O-V-E (No)
H-A-T-E (Yeah, Oh)
S, L, Double-E, P (Yeah), I Won’t Go To Sleep (No, No, Yeah, Yeah)
B, Double-E, F, He Don’t Wanna Beef (Won’t Be Late)
R-E-A-P, My Past Haunt Me (Yeah)
[Outro]
I’m Out My Motherf**kin’ Mind, Yeah
D-A-V-E, B**ch, Dave Live With Me, Yeah
3800 Block, This Chippewa, Yeah
It Ain’t Safe, We Grew Up Hittin’ Shit With That Iron
Ouu
About “Love Hate by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy spells it out in neon scars: L-O-V-E meets H-A-T-E, a relentless chant that loops like a curse, turning personal demons into anthemic fire.
Diving deeper, “Love Hate” is pure YoungBoy alchemy—trap’s thunderous 808s crashing against minimalist keys that evoke sleepless nights and loaded regrets. The theme? A brutal dissection of love twisted by hate, where family anchors him (“I can’t do this shit without my mama”) clash with the ghosts of violence and loss (“R-E-A-P, my past haunt me”). It’s high-velocity introspection, his flow accelerating from whispered confessions to explosive threats, all laced with that signature paranoia about feds, foes, and fading loyalties. Production keeps it sparse yet seismic, letting every bar land like a confession booth grenade.
Tied to the upcoming Slime Cry, YoungBoy’s latest chapter in his sprawling narrative of survival and slime-season loyalty, this track embodies the project’s core vision: unfiltered catharsis from the 3800 Block. Slime Cry promises a sonic diary of his battles—legal tangles, fatherhood strains, and the grind of dropping music from house arrest—blending melodic hooks with hardcore edge. Early leaks suggest it’s his most vulnerable yet, a cry from the underbelly that flips pain into power, with features rumored from his inner circle to amplify that familial code.
No full drop date yet, but the snippet’s viral run on TikTok and YouTube—racking up millions of recreations—has fans clamoring for the complete cut. Whispers point to a spring 2026 release via his Never Broke Again imprint, possibly with a visual directed in-house to match the track’s fever-dream intensity. Pre-save links are already buzzing on streaming previews, hinting at collabs that could bridge his melodic evolution with street-rap roots.
At 26, YoungBoy’s in a league of his own, churning out 20-plus projects while navigating federal scrutiny that would bury most. “Love Hate” marks a pivot in his arc—from the melodic introspection of The Last Slimeto to this stripped-back ferocity—showing growth through grit. It’s not just a song; it’s therapy in verse form, underscoring why he’s rap’s most prolific pulse-taker, turning handcuffs into hit factories. In a discog stacked with bangers like “Outside Today” and “Bandit,” this one carves out space as his most haunting self-portrait, a beacon for anyone wrestling their own love-hate limbo.
What elevates it? Those spelled-out choruses, looping like a mantra against the madness, weaving biblical nods (“Jesus got a brand new cross”) with brutal boasts (“Bitch, this drum sound like the trombone”). As Slime Cry looms, it’s poised to redefine his legacy, proving trauma doesn’t break him—it births beasts.
YoungBoy’s 2026 slate feels like a renaissance, with Slime Cry teasing visuals that blur music and memoir, keeping him miles ahead in the rap relay.
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