YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Channel 9 Lyrics

“Channel 9,” one of YoungBoy Never Broke Again’s most highly anticipated snippets sees YoungBoy rap about murder, drugs, and firearms. The song shares a similar cadence to “It Could Go” due to the calm and melodic flows alongside the gruesome, murderous lyrics.

The evident use of the bouncy drum beat from Rashonn D and TayTayMadeIt gives it a blatant old-school Louisianna hip-hop sound. The melodic nature of YoungBoy’s vocals juxtaposes his hard-hitting lyrics about murder.

WAFB 9News is a television channel in Baton Rouge, Louisiana, YoungBoy’s hometown. YB uses the news channel as a metaphor as when people are announced dead, the TV channel notifies the public about the death.

The song was first previewed in an Instagram live
video in 2021, however, the track later leaked to its completion in the same year.

Channel 9 Lyrics by YoungBoy Never Broke Again

[Intro]
(Ayy, Rashon, this bitch go crazy)
(Who made this shit? TayTay made the beat)

[Chorus]
Smokin’ dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin’, rollin’, totin’ tryna put shit on channel 9
I’m quick to notice, let these niggas know it’s time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain’t proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I’ma make them slimes go sweep ’em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn’t quick on feet

[Verse 1]
Bust and they missed it
Peep out one funny thing, then I up and I hit it
Diamond chains, diamond watch it be glistenin’
Murder man, but won’t never admit it
Murder gang, stay on top of my business
I ain’t pulling out that Bentley for bitches
In a Civic, back seat strapped with a glizzy
Clean, like that dirty shit that I’m sippin
Don Juan, granted gold my pendant
I got too many bitches, up in war, I got too many blicky’s
Murder time through that North, I be ridin’ with them hittas
I probably be strapped with a Semi
Nigga know with that bottle, I be blockin’ all day
And I’m plannin’ on murderin’ the victim
Shorty inside of the dirty, be slangin’ that yeah
And they know they can’t play with a nigga
[Chorus]
Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin’, rollin’, totin’ tryna put shit on channel 9
I’m quick to notice, let these niggas know it’s time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain’t proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I’ma make them slimes go sweep ’em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn’t quick on feet

[Verse 2]
Look, tell ’em free Vaughn, dirty illegal guns on my waist
I got two clips together on the Drac, with a illegal handle on the .223
I don’t even know why I can’t even have grip on the front of that fire
I’m a convicted felon, I can’t win for losing, while standin’ in trial
I don’t even trust her, I know I can’t trust her, but she want a child
She know I’m a thug her, she know I can’t love her
It ain’t worth the while, not wasting my time
I stay with that iron, I be moving around, I be kickin’ the shit, I’m big slime
In my own dimension, prices be tempting, them gunnas not turnin’ it down

[Chorus]
Smoking dope, tryna get my head on
Chasing money, oh yeah, tryna get my bread long
Smokin’, rollin’, totin’ tryna put shit on channel 9
I’m quick to notice, let these niggas know it’s time
They done lied to me, threw fake smiles to me
All by myself, know they ain’t proud for me, probably put that fire on me
Niggas know I step, I pay that shottas fee
I’ma make them slimes go sweep ’em
All these hoes they done had they chance
And them boys wasn’t quick on feet