On a new song, YoungBoy's melancholy mood comes to the forefront. Over an introspective piano-heavy beat, the 22-year-old rapper reflects on his success and what he's had to do to achieve it. His delivery is melodic and soulful, and his lyrics are bittersweet. He details the excess which surrounds him, but claims, "I still don't feel like I'm home." The song is bookended by YoungBoy addressing his grandmother, emphasizing just how far he's come from the child who was always causing trouble.
Run it up, way too much racks for a safe
Seven hundred thousand, what I'm paying for the case, that's a shame
Got a hit for every song that they play, what you say?
I won't get paid, ain't no love for the game
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