Yuh
Look
(Young Sedo gon' spaz)
One day it may seem like you got it all
And then the next day you seem heem about to fall
And being around it all is keeping you at a pause
And leaving you mad and dull and bleed like a matador
As easy as joy comes it goes quicker
Thicker than the wick of a tiki used as the fixture
Using a mix of hallucinogens to smooth the hiccups
You in the midst of
Shit similar to dementia
Post-traumatic invokin' the growth of habits
While you hope for static cuz all that you're shown is savage
Having hopes a challenge cuz all that you know's unbalance
You don't want the violence
Just to show you're valiant
You just wanna display dominance and own a palace
You just wanna be who owns the atmosphere with no one asking you about your decisions
Prevention from what is past you
You just tryna make your stupid decisions outlast you
That's some harder shit to face when they face got you tatted too
Fake it to make it, Don't wanna be making them mad at you
Thinking the things that I'm saying is aiming a gat at you?
Refraining from saying a name cuz you say I'll get splatted too
Anus, the brain of you heinous, the same as your attitude
Shamelessly training the brainless cuz they ain't got passion to
Make them a way so they think that the way is thru jackin' you
Claimin' the gang you arranged, got em showing they ass for you
But the funny part is the gang ain't even half of you
And the funnier part is gang ain't gonna blast for you
And the dummier part is they ain't rake up the cash for you when you was stuck in jam
They ain't even get back to you
But the f*ck am I saying?
I ain't even got half the views
That half of these rappers do
Y'all acting like that's the truth
I'm so upfront they at caboose
They just throw up fronts and that's the proof
How they show no love
Or they show fake love to rapper dudes
Who they want fame from to make up their avenue
Deep throatin' one of these rap niggas with clout til' you out
Then get praised like you did what you had to do?
Well I guess that's part of being a serpent slime
When that cap rapping stop working getcha cap on for work in time
Had all of you little niggas mad when you heard the times
No scamming or ran-ins, you stacking them burgers high
I'm keeping it me, never needed to be a pretender
In trading the world for your soul, you would be a contender
Receiving the cheese cuz you're feeding an evil agenda
They'll need a defender
Theyll never see what they enter
You need to repent cuz
Momma wouldn't even even wanna believe what you into
Momma wouldn't wanna believe what you-
Man, f*ck-
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Yuh
Look
(Young Sedo gon' spaz)
One day it may seem like you got it all
And then the next day you seem heem about to fall
And being around it all is keeping you at a pause
And leaving you mad and dull and bleed like a matador
As easy as joy comes it goes quicker
Thicker than the wick of a tiki used as the fixture
Using a mix of hallucinogens to smooth the hiccups
You in the midst of
Shit similar to dementia
Post-traumatic invokin' the growth of habits
While you hope for static cuz all that you're shown is savage
Having hopes a challenge cuz all that you know's unbalance
You don't want the violence
Just to show you're valiant
You just wanna display dominance and own a palace
You just wanna be who owns the atmosphere with no one asking you about your decisions
Prevention from what is past you
You just tryna make your stupid decisions outlast you
That's some harder shit to face when they face got you tatted too
Fake it to make it, Don't wanna be making them mad at you
Thinking the things that I'm saying is aiming a gat at you?
Refraining from saying a name cuz you say I'll get splatted too
Anus, the brain of you heinous, the same as your attitude
Shamelessly training the brainless cuz they ain't got passion to
Make them a way so they think that the way is thru jackin' you
Claimin' the gang you arranged, got em showing they ass for you
But the funny part is the gang ain't even half of you
And the funnier part is gang ain't gonna blast for you
And the dummier part is they ain't rake up the cash for you when you was stuck in jam
They ain't even get back to you
But the f*ck am I saying?
I ain't even got half the views
That half of these rappers do
Y'all acting like that's the truth
I'm so upfront they at caboose
They just throw up fronts and that's the proof
How they show no love
Or they show fake love to rapper dudes
Who they want fame from to make up their avenue
Deep throatin' one of these rap niggas with clout til' you out
Then get praised like you did what you had to do?
Well I guess that's part of being a serpent slime
When that cap rapping stop working getcha cap on for work in time
Had all of you little niggas mad when you heard the times
No scamming or ran-ins, you stacking them burgers high
I'm keeping it me, never needed to be a pretender
In trading the world for your soul, you would be a contender
Receiving the cheese cuz you're feeding an evil agenda
They'll need a defender
Theyll never see what they enter
You need to repent cuz
Momma wouldn't even even wanna believe what you into
Momma wouldn't wanna believe what you-
Man, f*ck-
Look
(Young Sedo gon' spaz)
One day it may seem like you got it all
And then the next day you seem heem about to fall
And being around it all is keeping you at a pause
And leaving you mad and dull and bleed like a matador
As easy as joy comes it goes quicker
Thicker than the wick of a tiki used as the fixture
Using a mix of hallucinogens to smooth the hiccups
You in the midst of
Shit similar to dementia
Post-traumatic invokin' the growth of habits
While you hope for static cuz all that you're shown is savage
Having hopes a challenge cuz all that you know's unbalance
You don't want the violence
Just to show you're valiant
You just wanna display dominance and own a palace
You just wanna be who owns the atmosphere with no one asking you about your decisions
Prevention from what is past you
You just tryna make your stupid decisions outlast you
That's some harder shit to face when they face got you tatted too
Fake it to make it, Don't wanna be making them mad at you
Thinking the things that I'm saying is aiming a gat at you?
Refraining from saying a name cuz you say I'll get splatted too
Anus, the brain of you heinous, the same as your attitude
Shamelessly training the brainless cuz they ain't got passion to
Make them a way so they think that the way is thru jackin' you
Claimin' the gang you arranged, got em showing they ass for you
But the funny part is the gang ain't even half of you
And the funnier part is gang ain't gonna blast for you
And the dummier part is they ain't rake up the cash for you when you was stuck in jam
They ain't even get back to you
But the f*ck am I saying?
I ain't even got half the views
That half of these rappers do
Y'all acting like that's the truth
I'm so upfront they at caboose
They just throw up fronts and that's the proof
How they show no love
Or they show fake love to rapper dudes
Who they want fame from to make up their avenue
Deep throatin' one of these rap niggas with clout til' you out
Then get praised like you did what you had to do?
Well I guess that's part of being a serpent slime
When that cap rapping stop working getcha cap on for work in time
Had all of you little niggas mad when you heard the times
No scamming or ran-ins, you stacking them burgers high
I'm keeping it me, never needed to be a pretender
In trading the world for your soul, you would be a contender
Receiving the cheese cuz you're feeding an evil agenda
They'll need a defender
Theyll never see what they enter
You need to repent cuz
Momma wouldn't even even wanna believe what you into
Momma wouldn't wanna believe what you-
Man, f*ck-
Writer: Dominique Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid