J-Ally - Yessir Lyrics

H: Lames out the way
Plays in my face
Get the pape, then I skate feeling like yessir
Fiend for the green
Hustle with the ease
Getting to the cheese feeling like yessir
Eyes on the prize
Mind on the grind
Know it's my time feeling like yessir
O's getting blowed
Eighths to the dome
Eyes low got me feeling like yessir

V1: Ain't talking loot then you thew, got cabbage, we got action
Presence a privilege, wouldn't see me if I wasn't rappin
I fully curate everything you see me making happen
Call it bossy or call it bougie, but you can't call it average

Been on my job, staying on my purpose
Ain't coming up on accident, boy I'm the shit on purpose
Don't mean to make em nervous, byproduct of being me
Like balling on accident, byproduct of getting cheese, get it?

I ain't got patience, I got a problem with waiting
Back on top of my gaming, got problems with time wasted
She say she be craving me but I be some type of playing
Sent her back home, turnt out, turnt up, full of libations

Now I'm skating, you broke but you still hitting snooze
I'm telling Siri wake me up at such and such to some blues
Gotta groove, ion sit around waiting for work
Love rapping only reason y'all don't wait for a verse

H: Lames out the way
Plays in my face
Get the pape, then I skate feeling like yessir
Fiend for the green
Hustle with the ease
Getting to the cheese feeling like yessir
Eyes on the prize
Mind on the grind
Know it's my time feeling like yessir
O's getting blowed
Eighths to the dome
Eyes low got me feeling like yessir

V1: Damn, I got em literally sick
They tapped out, can't beat em? Tap inwardly bitch
I got my mind made up, grind done changed up
Yo reason and season over, my line done changed up nigga

Been shining, been ahead, still ain't break a sweat
Been counting, it's whatever Ben Franklin says
You make the bed, lay on it, or hit the ground
Me? I'm making sure them sheets got a band on the count nigga

I grind stupidly, dimes gotta get used to it
She on my line tryna get time to slide thru to me
Grind with my kind we shining congruently
You odd, stay sidelined, gotta keep continuity

Touched racks, bucks back, where my f*cks at
Rug rat don't play with nut sacks, give my nut back
Clutch bag, nug tax they like what's that
This that mhm, yessir, tell a friend a come back

H: Lames out the way
Plays in my face
Get the pape, then I skate feeling like yessir
Fiend for the green
Hustle with the ease
Getting to the cheese feeling like yessir
Eyes on the prize
Mind on the grind
Know it's my time feeling like yessir
O's getting blowed
Eighths to the dome
Eyes low got me feeling like yessir