Yohji Yamamoto

Chillin' with the T's and my feet up
Got my Glock and my re-up
What you need? I keeps the Tech in the freezer
Freeze 'em like Frieza
Bitch, I'm servin' bass out the speakers
A Jesus believer would think that I just never compete 'cause
If God gave us life, and life give me drugs, and drugs give me seizures
The fuck's the even reason of livin'?
I'd rather cock it and leave it
Cop the walk in the building, been servin' Wock to the children
Allah Akbar, I'm killin', I'm servin' bitches some Ritalin
She say it give her a feeling, like pop a rose in they press
Pull out my dick and bust a skeet on the chest
Considered the best, still far from feelin' happy and blessed
Wakin' up another morning, 'nother homie in debt
Suicidal, depressed, that's just the way I remain
Claimin' the clique without meetin' main head, you a lame
I'm changin' the lane, run 'em down fast like Hussein
I cock it and aim, I'm bustin' out some shots at your brain

Why you wanna creep behind my shoulders?
Get back, why you so shook?
You a motherfuckin' Tic Tac
Fuckin' with the mystical, pivotal man
I change emotions when I'm not intact
And you on my block now, hit 'em with the shots now
Boy you better bow down, if I can't come down
Where your ass go, where your ass go, where?
Stairway to Heaven, Led Zeppelin with the stairs
Now I'm on the road, hit 'em with the Yamamoto
Cut 'em like designers, and I hit 'em with the no-no
Ocarina Underground, I kept it on the low
Two damn snakes when I hit 'em with the stone-cold
Pumps in the back of the Cadi' that Pouya been drivin' when he wasn't happy
I do this for me and for all of my family
Been keepin' them safe, I just kept my insanity



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Writer(s): Michele Scatamacchia, Andrew Adolph
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