Amid the haze of late-night regrets and the grind that never lets up, YoungBoy Never Broke Again carves out space for the kind of honesty that stings long after the beat fades. “My Grave,” tucked deep into his sprawling new album Slime Cry, feels like a quiet exhale after a lifetime of chaos—a track where the Baton Rouge spitter trades his usual rapid-fire aggression for something heavier, more haunted. It’s the sound of a man staring down his own shadow, weighing the cost of every scar and every win, and fans chasing that raw vulnerability are already calling it one of his most gut-wrenching confessions yet.
| Lead Vocals | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Songwriter | YoungBoy Never Broke Again |
| Music Producer | MalikOTB, Horridrunitup & SspikeTrap |
| 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]
(Horrid, Run It Up)
(It’s Malik On The Track)
Oh, I
Oh, Oh, I
Been Tellin’
[Chorus]
Okay, Now I Just Head To My Grave Now, Woah, Mm, Ooh
Yeah, Lonely Nights I Stayed Down, Down, Yeah
Ayy, I’m Checkin’ Square Footage And Height, Tryna Make Sure This Moment Right
No, I Don’t Care ’bout Bein’ Wrong
You Never Said When I Was Right, You Never Cared
[Verse 1]
Talkin’ No Ac, On And Off Power
Lonely-ass Nights With Cold Showers
Whole Time Thinkin’ I Was Weak, I’m Who Got The Power
In A 911, This My Memory Of The Twin Towers
Four Hot Pots On One Stove, This Shit For All Us
My Mom And Sister Gon’ Use That Water First, Me And Bro Gon’ Follow Up
One School Outfit, It’s North Shit, We Ain’t Really Have Much
You Too Big To Fight Me Or Three, You Touch Anyone Of Us, I’ma Bust You Up
Guns Under My Mattress And Under The House, This How I Come
Thought I Should Thug The Streets Alone For Waitin’ So Long For Meech To Come
I Done Took Off On My Neighbors, They Caught Me Cuttin’ My Barrel On My Gun
I Ain’t Crazy, B**ch, You A Hater And You Ain’t Never Seen Me Creep On Nothin’
Tryna Fix My Image, To Some People It’s Amazin’
Baby, I Been Booted Up, Come Down And I Seem Lazy
Tell ’em All This Shit That’s On My Mind, They’ll Make Me Out A Patient
Tryna Take All Of My Money, It’s Always Someone Who Ain’t Pay Shit
Or Support Me, That’s That Fake Shit, Create That Hate In Me
I Laugh ’cause No One Know ’bout It, What Lay Under These Diamond Rings
Everything Balanced, Nothin’ Wrong I See
I Been Missin’ My Family, I Wan’ Go Home For To Speak
I Can Do The Lamest Shit Today, She Gon’ Still Praise Me
I’m A Real Gang Baby, Name Engraved In The Street
I Don’t Try To Think In Much At All,
It’s Gon’ Be A Holiday The Day I F**kin’ Leave
[Chorus]
Okay, I Think That I Should Head To My Grave Now
Through All This Shit I Never Laid Down
‘member Times Cryin’ In My Cell, Knowin’ When I’ll Leave
Shit, And All Them Dreams Been Paid, Now The Visions I Seen
I’m Checkin’ Square Footage And Height,
I’m Tryna Make Sure That The Last Moment Right
Take A Ride And Realize Am I One In Million Bein’
I’m In Tune With Different Things, You’ll Never Win For Me
I Can Let You Have A Peak, This Plan Ain’t Never Gon’ Be Beat
[Verse 2]
Where The F**k Been My Lil Dave? Why I’m Talkin’ And You Don’t Talk Back?
Montana Ain’t Never Whooped My Ass, My Nigga, I Just Don’t Talk Back
Better Watch That Shit You Say, Boy, You Better Be ’bout That
From A Nigga Don’t Run, I Tote On Somethin’ To Walk You Down Fast
I Crash, You’ll Call The Laws Bad
B**ch, I’m Number One, I Prayed For Somethin’ And Got Me Somethin’ Fast
I Know I Don’t Owe You Nothin’, I’m Quick To Drift Off When You Talkin’
If I Crash Out On You Once, Before I Leave, I Gotta Wig Again
You Ain’t Gon’ Never Play With Me Again
I Come Through Watchin’ All Lies
This Shit Ain’t That Serious To Send My Brother, He Gon’ Show You How To Move
I Was Just Expressin’ My Feelings, Ain’t Never Had No Problem With You
But Since You Poppin’ That Shit, My Nigga, I’ma Tell You, “F**k You Too”
Feet Came From Loub’, Ain’t No Rollin’ In The Honorable, He Keep Guns Like Troop
I’m Rollin’ In Some Real Armory, Sell Me Somethin’ That’ll Make It Through
Nigga, I Got Some Shit That I Wan’ Do, Got Some Niggas I Wan’ Blow
[Chorus]
Okay, Then I’ll Just Head To My Grave Now, Woah, Mm, Mm
Yeah, Lonely Nights I Stayed Down, Shh (Down), I Stayed
Ayy, I’m Checkin’ Square Footage And Height (Height),
Tryna Make Sure This Moment Right
No, I Don’t Care ’bout Bein’ Wrong (Ho, No)
You Never Said When I Was Right (You Never Cared When I Was Right)
About “My Grave by YoungBoy Never Broke Again”
YoungBoy Never Broke Again digs his own plot with “My Grave,” a brooding trap elegy that buries bravado under layers of longing—elegant in its ache, explosive in its truth.
What makes “My Grave” hit so hard is its unflinching dive into mortality and isolation, wrapped in the stark poetry of street survival. The mood hangs heavy, like fog rolling off the Mississippi—melancholic verses laced with flickers of defiance, over production from MalikOTB, Horridrunitup, and SspikeTrap that layers moody piano keys and rumbling low-end into a sparse, cinematic haze. It’s trap at its most therapeutic, with YoungBoy’s voice cracking just enough to let the emotion bleed through, turning personal folklore into something universally resonant: cold showers in cramped kitchens, guns hidden under floorboards, and the quiet terror of outgrowing your ghosts.
Slime Cry, YoungBoy’s ninth studio album, unfolds like a family album of the soul—28 tracks of unvarnished reflection on loyalty’s sharp edges, love’s fleeting warmth, and the relentless pull of brotherhood amid betrayal. Dropped just two days ago on January 15, 2026, via his own Never Broke Again imprint, it’s a testament to his artistic north star: turning pain into prophecy without a filter. Guest spots from Burna Boy on the heartbreak-tinged “Teary Eyes” and Jelly Roll’s gravelly drawl on “Devil Go Away” add global grit to the mix, but the core vision is pure YB—resilience as rebellion, where every bar is a brick in the wall he’s building against the world. The rollout’s been low-key explosive so far: a Spotify exclusive with pre-saves spiking into the millions, plus cryptic social teasers hinting at visuals that match the album’s introspective edge.
Now 26 and fresh off house arrest that’s only fueled his fire, YoungBoy’s in full architect mode, designing an empire from the blueprints of his battles. “My Grave” marks a pivot in his evolution—less about the immediate smoke of street anthems like “Switches,” more about the smoke that lingers, echoing the vulnerability he first cracked open on Sincerely, Kentrell. In a discography that’s already a monument (over 100 projects deep), this feels like a cornerstone: proof that the kid who rapped his way out of juvie is now scripting his legacy with the precision of a poet. It’s why he endures—channeling felonies into folklore, making millions feel like confessions.
Tracks like “My Grave” spotlight how YoungBoy’s weaving broader tapestries now, from the triumphant flex of “Ballin” to the tender ache of “Me and You,” all under Slime Cry’s banner of redemption. Released at a time when rap’s chasing trends, this album doubles down on the real: no ghosts, just the man in the mirror. Early streams are shattering records, with “My Grave” climbing fast as listeners unpack its layers— from nods to lost mentors like Meech to the quiet fury of unchecked ambition. It’s not just music; it’s a mirror for anyone who’s ever mapped their exit too soon.
As Slime Cry cements YoungBoy’s grip on hip-hop’s undercurrents, “My Grave” stands as its emotional anchor—a reminder that even kings ponder the dirt.
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