[Verse 1: YL]
Yeah, clouds of smoke
Choke from the fumes
Lights went off like ghosts in the room
The lights do flash when I make a move (ya heard)
Baby girl you got the right to groove
Look, shorty came back from vacay with a new shape (damn)
Had her titties goin' up like a Tuesday
I ain't tryna be rude boy I'm just sayin'
I like the way that shit look I ain't complainin'
Campaignin' like I'm runnin' for the office
Freestyle, I can't even think of what to call this
I live the parodies of modern day
Met this girl in California but forgot her name
Not gon' talk about that you know what I'm sayin', it's too many details (too many details)
We was in Pasadena (it was a good time)
Fuck it
Yeah, pen to paper
Recollect debts that I paid for
My people keep it silent but it saves more
We on the lay low, hover over heads like a halo
Haters mold shape like Play-Doh (damn)
Chain smoke you stay broke, never came close
Let it rain, it's a shame that you ain't know
On the train, city bound its that same old
Smoke the bag, fightin' over the remains though
Old school, old school no Pro Tools
It's my life, try to live it with no rules
I'm just another young boy makin' grown moves
I'm just another young boy with his own views
It's Y
Yeah you heard what's goin' on
Roper Williams on the beats and shit