[Intro]
(Yung Lando go crazy)
Yesterday, I had nothing
Didn't know whether I'd amount to something

[Verse 1]
I know a n***a with a body
Tryna add some more to his count (Kill, kill)
I know another n***a with a body
Paranoid every time he leave his house
Majority of n***as die with they guns
Just 'cause you got it don't mean you gon' pop it (Facts)
I hit a ho in Houston with the Rockets (That's facts)
I hit a ho from Houston on the Roxys (Facts)
We don't get high off the alphabet
Even though we take RPs
Got eighty-one G-Shocks on this Rollie
NBA game, project baby sittin' floor seats (Yeah)
Last year, my tissue was covered in blood (Why?)
Yeah, I used to sit nosebleeds (Okay)
Hi-Tech red when I pee (Piss)
I ain't tellin' you to die, but don't breathe (Miss)
I'm telling you bye, but don't leave (Hit)
I'm a project baby like Peezy
Keep me a banger, Chris Breezy, ayy
I make this shit look easy, ayy
If she love me, I tell her to cut it the barber way
All of these rap n***as just like my sons, I ain't get nothin' for Fathers Day
Ten bands, twenty bands (Yeah), thirty bands, forty bands (Thumb through it)
Fifty racks (Thumb through it)
A hundred stacks (Yeah), double that (Triple that)
[Interlude]
Yesterday, I had nothing
Didn't know whether I'd amount to something
I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes
Only yesterday

[Verse 2]
And I'm going out cheap, only for yesterday (Yesterday)
I'm tryna fuck you today even though we met just yesterday
These n***as play when they 'round me, it feel like yesterday
Show me that who was just with me, I cut 'em off yesterday
I could've bought nine pairs in Ballys, but I bought some Amiri jeans
I told her she cannot suck my dick 'cause she just ate onion rings
We get more backends than a pregnant lady
I bought her YSL, but it's all gucci just like Radric Davis
Baby bottles full of lean, gave them hoes to Poody for the trench babies
I rock the Cuban links even though the boy is a damn American
You shoot, no misses, give them n***as the blues like Sir Charles
I don't think they get it
No misses, we give 'em the blues like Sir Charles
Can't feel my face
Took twenty-one Percs today
And the red numb the taste
Still won't get tired 'fore Kevin Gates
Bought so much Palm Angels, last night I saw Heaven gates
And now I'm young and getting money, but my girl's not Reginae
[Outro]
Yesterday, I had nothing
Didn't know whether I'd amount to something
I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes
Only yesterday