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Y.O.Utopia
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Y.O.Utopia was released on July 11, 2025 by Old Soul Music as a part of the album Vol. 2 The Y.O.Uprint
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Release DateJuly 11, 2025
LabelOld Soul Music
LanguageEnglish
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My Uzi weighs 2,000 tons, still I balance the strap
Bust and turn the **** to a puddle like he Alex Mack
Your favorite artist whack, I turn him to a rap snack
Pass him out at my daughter's birthday in a party bag
Right next to the Puzzles, Kit Kat, and a Sour Patch
Fresh out of housing, Project Bitches with the Sour Snatch
Ashy dimples and some wrinkles in the sloppy ass
But the pussy top notch, so I'm still pounding that
I feel like I'm a Yaga, sloppy drunk or solid knack
Popping at the Ostrin, now the shots start throwing bottles at him
Fly when I die, I'ma need a Coogee body bag
Fly when I ride, got a Louis Vuitton stocking mask
**** is booty, feminine groupies
Sounds insensitive, but I just call shit how it's looking
I sucky, sucky, I snuck in when they weren't looking
Puffing on some cookies, I want money, give it to me
The reflection in the mirror is your world
And is subject to you
It has no power in itself
The only way to change your reflection, your world
Is to change yourself, your self-concept, your art
You is the movement, you don't understand
Y'all, **** is lost, trying to get to nowhere
They ain't got no hoes, but they say that all they hoes there
Can even find themselves in a house full of mess
I was balancing the force, now I'm tipping the scale
Wordplay like ****, that's controlling bitches
From jail, when I spit it, triple sixes like you visiting hell
But I don't believe in the devil, I just believe in myself
Ironic how having a C brought me out of my shell
In my heart, I was a scholar, probably Howard and Yale
Like Lael Alexander or Rachel Dolezal
I turned my likeness into dark, the one they fought was myself
Shit, I was fighting in the war that I was causing myself
How to try myself, karma, alcohol didn't help
What is karma if our bodies only partly a shell?
The spirit's just a vessel
The mental's meant to propel
There's no higher or no lower, everything should be felt
Help, help, help, help, help
Written by: Hugh Anthony Allison, Krill
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