Yoke YL (Rap)
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[Verse 1]
Got the game on yoke like Fred and [?]
Half a blunt on the steps
Hundred dollars on the floor, why's it feel like a test
Don’t ask me what I spent on the Avirex
I’m underground getting industry checks
It was lies inside the history text
How I get inside the party, [?], so we call it finesse
Yo, this shit got-
[Bridge]
Ayo, c'mon, you just gonna talk over me and shit
Oh, word, nah, you wildin'
[Verse 2]
That’s why, yo, this shit got to be addressed
You tried to bite my whole shit before I even got the chance to go flex
Living humble, but I think rich
Yo, I can’t recall the moment that it really all clicked
Laid my links inside the jewelry box
Lit up a Dutch like Kanye and Julia Fox
Don’t believe in time, I throw out the clock
In my city, you like Kweli, barely getting by
Don’t front for me, too many out here living a lie
Ayo, I'm popping Cristal in the hills
Slap your face up like Will
Y kept this shit a mil' without signing a deal
They looking at me like a big deal
Everything is for real
The shit already gas, I ain’t even popping the seal
Got the game on yoke like Fred and [?]
Half a blunt on the steps
Hundred dollars on the floor, why's it feel like a test
Don’t ask me what I spent on the Avirex
I’m underground getting industry checks
It was lies inside the history text
How I get inside the party, [?], so we call it finesse
Yo, this shit got-
[Bridge]
Ayo, c'mon, you just gonna talk over me and shit
Oh, word, nah, you wildin'
[Verse 2]
That’s why, yo, this shit got to be addressed
You tried to bite my whole shit before I even got the chance to go flex
Living humble, but I think rich
Yo, I can’t recall the moment that it really all clicked
Laid my links inside the jewelry box
Lit up a Dutch like Kanye and Julia Fox
Don’t believe in time, I throw out the clock
In my city, you like Kweli, barely getting by
Don’t front for me, too many out here living a lie
Ayo, I'm popping Cristal in the hills
Slap your face up like Will
Y kept this shit a mil' without signing a deal
They looking at me like a big deal
Everything is for real
The shit already gas, I ain’t even popping the seal
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