(Woe!)
(Yea)
(Woe)
I guess when life gives you lemons
Make Arnold Palmer
I mixed the good bars
With a topic
And made a monster
Kick the doors in
Divide through groups
And conquer
'Cuz everybody wanna B King
Until they heart hurt
Well think twice before you super-size
Rolling with the misfits
Like really, what's a suit and tie?
Still talking business
But this type is do or die
New but wise
Strict at your neck
Till I'm who you despise
But you gone respect me
At the end of the day
Was born an MC
Putting pencil to page
Perform for empty
Or sold out arenas
Enormous energy
To blow out ya speakers
I get it back like a re-up
Flip it back like I'm Lita
I go off like a beeper
And wrap it up like tortillas
Colder than Ritas
Come walk in my sneakers
Stomp the yard and then flip it
I'm off the wall like Adidas
I was fighting demons
But the tale of tape was uneven
Life's a game of reasons
And I'm going out like I'm Regis
SoundCloud leaches
Leaving they links inside my DM
Crazy I used to be them
And now they want my secrets
Now creep with me
As I blues skiddoo
Up in the mix
From beat to beat
A suppressor on the piece
It goes down peacefully
And I'm repping YND
Until I DIE
So what's beef to beats
Let that fourth bar marinate
I'm chilling with my woes
In the booth
To you its truth
To me its old
And smoothed
I spit my rough drafts
Got my fans going wild
I got fans
And its wild
God Damn
Excuse my language
But the people clap they hands to me now
Ain't the life that I chose
But its the only thing that I know
(Yea Woe)
Only thing that I know
(Uh)
You know wassup with my bro
Gang shit
YND shit
You already know
I'm Dragging
Straight Up