Lakeside In Louisiana

Ugh W.A, yo
It's Mister hard in the paint like the NBA
I got my name in the game bro I been EA
I'm only louder and proud when I spit these days
I usually keep to myself like an NDA
It's You-N-G-Jay (ugh)
The boy can't see breaks (ugh)
The only thing above my name is some empty space
I crack beats and bad bitches when I make these plays
The flow disrespect niggas like kids these days (yeah)
I used to suffer every day but now I'm moving copacetic (yeah)
Had the type of pain I couldn't treat with anesthetics
Used to worry my intentions would compete with my genetics
The abused would turn abuser and the meek would turn pathetic
But I got some help and never made the words prophetic
Found a solid group to change my psychological aesthetic
I was at the edge a couple times I coulda ended
Now I'm better and the thought of passing on is just a relic

I done made it through the bad days seen the strife
And I think I found the joy that's in being alive
Moved away across the world from the scenes of plight
Now they love me in the south like red beans and rice (hahahaha)
The boy seen the light my nigga now I only see checks
I'm too cold cuz I gotta keep my cheese fresh (uh-huh)
You type weak I'm type crazy like a mean text
I'm top 10 where your name is prolly seen less
Now my money green less Stunna really seem blessed
Get into the booth on a beat and then I de-stress
Get me on a track and I swear you'll have no regrets
I don't know if you deliver though just like a green text (haha)
My team next so we gotta split domes
Harder than being a rapper with imposter syndrome
I stay mad fly like a got a wishbone
And I'm spreading my name till they carve it in stone ugh