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Y2L
35
Hip-Hop/Rap
Y2L was released on August 22, 2025 by STN as a part of the album 8 hour flights
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Release DateAugust 22, 2025
LabelSTN
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Darrell Cole
Darrell Cole
Rap
Che Miangue
Che Miangue
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Darrell Cole
Darrell Cole
Songwriter
Che Miangue
Che Miangue
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Stealymadeit
Stealymadeit
Producer

Lyrics

Aye, got YSL for the smell, I'm a Saint
I don't smile much unless a **** walk into the bank
Three codes to the safe, two hoes on my pinky finger
Know some **** spin blocks like some fidget spinners
Aye, it's cold winters for the dope dealers
Lotta people closed the door on me untill I broke in it
The flow wicked opposite of no Christmas, I'm so gifted
Pen to my paper, I made some gold tickets
Aye, uh
I love my **** to the grave, but I ain't codependent
Generous, I pass a opp grave, then I throw some roses in it
The cup got potion in it, she look so delicious
They talk a lot about the code, but it got overwritten
I know couple **** keep a pole, call them pole-ticians
Lord protect me from police and politicians
Lock the pedophiles, free all of the pot whippers
Aye
No need for Tom Ford, I need time pieces
Shit, I don't trust her, but the pipe decent
But I can't trust nobody, they even slimed Jesus
They slimed Jesus
Aye, I turned pennies into dimes, now the dimes greedy
Success takes patience, homie, some time is needed
The grind scary, ain't no Halloween
The grind scary homie, Halloween
Definitely heard of, but never seen
Kyrie love for the game, I'll probably never leave
21 years in this shit, I feel like 23
Feel like Lebron James
The pain came with the pedigree, it's part of my legacy
And why they'll remember me, unapologetically me
Don't compare me to none of these ****, they not in my league
See, I don't talk a lot, strangers probably think that I mean
It's hard to sleep, and it's probably cause of shit that I seen
I was 16 with bloodstains reaching my jeans
Another **** dead in the streets, that could've been me
I used to look at people like, damn, that should've been me
I used to envy, think that's just the competitor in me
Ten toes down, they can't stand me
Most shots taken, appear friendly
Pray I never beef with no family
Yeah, kicking it wit Che, politicking about some real hustle
I'm living lavish, but I still struggle
Bro you next up, take your shot, **** shoot him with a muffler
If you LeBron, then I'm Bill Russell
Let me show you how to get 11 rings
Stay close to God, cause the devil really scheme
And them bitches really come when the Chevy dripped in candy paint
Time ticking and you can't be late
Life bittersweet man, same way that the brandy taste
The way I'm living life now, you probably can't relate
Cause you 21, wild and young
But I got you man, we'll show them by the time we done
Cole keep spraying like a Tommy Gun
By the time you hear this, see I probably won
Lamborghini dreams yeah, time to cop me one
Killing **** when they step into the octagon
Written by: Che Malik Miangue, Darrell Cole
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