YL (Rap)
Comeback
[Verse 1]
Yeah, I bring it home like we in the 9th
I'm a leave yo' shit behind better get in line
Pressed for time, time stretched like a rubber band
Stop the right then I'll get you with the other hand
Son to man, son to Jesse it was '93
And everything start to hit me like its hyperspeed
This ain't no cup of tea brother please
Rock you like Butterbean, make you wish you played for the other team
It's RRR, pray the stars might align ain't no part time its just all rhymes from the God
Stay fly like Three 6, better yet fly like a G6
Runnin' outta time when I need it
I was heated like car seats bitch I raised the bar
Got love for palm trees and calm breezes
I'm comin' home that's what the song say
Man I had a long day, I just took the 7 train the wrong way fuck

[Hook]
Roper should have sent this shit to Common but I made it to a jam
Knowin, I'm makin' sense to shit I couldn't understand though
I'm feelin' grown but to Moms I'm a little man
Watchin' time go in circles like a ceilin' fan
It's just some things you can't explain, its a feelin' damn

[Verse 2]
I'm comin' home like I did a bid, off the grid, off to MID, Starker parked the whip
I wish I could see my life in reverse motion
Got tired of kickin' on the door 'til it burst open
Yo let's take it back to church
Used to love me the worst but now you actin' super funny
Drag my name in the dirt
Always comin' out clean like the carwash
Goin' far like the stars out in Montauk
Yeah, we let the broads talk walkin' the strip
Feel like a little kid but we still handlin' biz
What is this, coexist in the mix with the city shit
'Cause when its benefits you watch yo' mouth or that be the end of it
[?] D'Angelo, Po-9 watch us like we animals
Smoking cannabis you just a cannibal
Writin' on the next man remember when I rocked a Nike headband
Wasn't much of stress, no set plans
[Hook]
Roper should have sent this shit to Common but I made it to a jam
Knowin, I'm makin' sense to shit I couldn't understand though
I'm feelin' grown but to Moms I'm a little man
Watchin' time go in circles like a ceilin' fan
It's just some things you can't explain, its a feelin' damn