YABC

Yo this beat is only a minute and five seconds long
I might just hop in and hop out two piece y'all wit it (Mike Tyson)
Y'all cool?

Should I
Rap about this money or about my feelings?
The way that I've been living kinda hard to get some healing
And niggas tripping I can't even count how many switching
Did my own subtraction now I'm addin that's the difference

When I'm in the whip I'm always thinking bout my past
Thinking bout relationships that I threw in the trash
But I can't hit the brakes so my foot heavy on the gas
One day at a time and each day better than my last

Everybody in a Benz everybody in a Jag
02' paid in cash threw the surplus in the stash
They gon' write me up the way I'm talking to the class
Oh shit I spilled the beans hold up let me get a rag

Wrote the verse down I ain't like it threw it in the trash
Paddle shifters on the Acura knowin' that it's fast
You mad cause I got my stripes you still rocking plaid
Niggas hating living in the basement
Know they doing bad

Man it's sad I was taught to zig every time they zag
21 tryna build a house gettin' to a bag
I'll be glad when I'm in the H posted wit my dad
ABC's always blowin cheese I ain't wit the fad



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Writer(s): Isaiah Douglas
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