death of yolo
Singer:joey bada$$
this the song i wrote if i died
i was on the 50 mile doing 9-5
beating the pussy like he ain't got 9 lives
mix ciroc and some blunts
'cause when i'm faded i just wanna
like baby let me see your matrix
started bumpin' hard knock
sedan in front swervin' as the car stopped
my foot steppin' breakin'
i always knew that i would make it
and now i'm on the stations
luckily i made it right before my life was taken
it was too good to be mistaken for happiness and riches
like they happy that we did it
little did they know i was 'bout to meet my maker
till an angel came down and told me that my time was later
'member creepin' through the 'jects
stash the deuce in my 40 'low boots
vintage vans and puffin' on chron
lookin' like a slimmer daron
give me some to a 112 song
smoke a nigga like a newport long
'cause it ain't no if fun if the homies don't get none
it's like ballin' on a bitty
bunch of bad bitches from different cities
illest niggas in new yiddy
relax and stack the skrilly
fusing the green with the cuban
so swift we moving through clouds intruding
i was a brand nubian and they influenced him
and now it's new beginnin's
catch me sinnin' in sin city
sittin' and spinnin' and spittin' in ya city
fuckin' the kitty and breasts
got protection in the vest
but still penetrate correct
i got the remedy for these bitches
the jack and the sack and ejac and some intellect
and all we do is flex on the weekends
they upset cause i learned how to flex on the weakest
and in my strength they drenched in they trenches
the face of my terrace is gold
leaving fences and the coal
and i know all you nigga's weaknesses
sight on some instinctive shit