[Verse 1: YL]
Three stripes on the A-Di-Das
501 Levi's, its YL I represent the east side
Mission is collect the cash keep it runnin' like a wanted man
I ain't satisfied with just a couple grand
I seek the benefits, you don't know why
The rare specimen
Its them again gettin' sprung off of natural elements
You sensitive, mentally dead since the genesis
No authenticness when I see you
Move with elegance, you's a negative
Make decisions like executives
Pardon the penmanship, most n***as be actin' feminine
My adrenaline pumps, I don't fuck with no chumps
I'm glued to Earth, a Polo man just chill on my shirt
Feelings get hurt, my fingers caught inside of a skirt
Peace and disturb, peace to my people in Jers
Triple R season for sure, spittin' written sour hittin'
Somewhere inside my literature

[Hook: YL]
It's ok (la, la)
It's alright (la, la)
If you not sure (la, la)
You could ask Y (la, la)
It's all love, all drugs, all come to hear me body it
I acknowledge, you ain't got the time for all the politics
It's OPEN 24 baby
You know I gotchu you can step inside for more baby
[Verse 2: YL]
And I ain't havin' it, fame attract attention like a magnet
The young man after older hoes like The Graduate
I'm tattin' this sign on my faith like the sacraments
Protagonist, picture me fly what should I caption this
Manifest, plantin' my seeds the green's a side effect
I project vocals on mics, various sound devices
I made a dike chick see the light wait nice tits
It's strictly the real, you know the kid
We could build but when I get the check we could split the bill
Sittin' still say goodbye to each other
She hit Brazil, I'm a Mexican kiss her right on the lips
Told her when she got the time, to send me some flicks
I live my life inside the loop between a snare and a kick
Camera glarin' my vision
Respect my idols I ain't starin' and shit
All the practice in the world couldn't prepare me for this
Time is weary and some would say it barely exist

[Hook: YL]
It's ok (la, la)
It's alright (la, la)
If you not sure (la, la)
You could ask Y (la, la)
It's all love, all drugs, all come to hear me body it
I acknowledge, you ain't got the time for all the politics
It's OPEN 24 baby
You know I gotchu you can step inside for more baby
[Verse 3: YL]
Can you hear me through the garbage that you play in your whip
Play for the chips, tryna walk away with a win
Pray for the kids, payin' for the days that we sin
Give him a sec, I'm back blaze it again
Fly lyrical your physical form is not invincible
Connecting syllables, 1080p the visuals
I made a twenty dollar bills stretch for the week that's a miracle
Analog thoughts, spittin' digital
Family first, that's traditional
It ain't about the 20 dollars its the mothafuckin' principal
Ain't no Warhols on my walls keep it minimal, right
Maybe the eggshell, nice with the pen sale
I set sail on open water, its for the brokenhearted
The beat drops got 'em goin' half retarded
They shoulda never got me started, keep my possessions guarded
I swear to God I'll die for this shit like a martyr, let's go

[Outro: YL]
It's ok (la, la)
OPEN 24/7
You know what I'm sayin' get it anytime
For my people, you know what I'm sayin'
New York
Roper Williams (you could ask)
Y to the L
It's Triple R baby, yeah