Yoshinoya

Dat's my brother, don't you know it?

I stuck around like Yoshinoya

Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoyah

Dis my life, I must enjoy it

Dis my life, they bussin' for it

We don't hold back, we must move forward

Stay where you at, you supposed to, boy

**** is fake, I won't ignore it

I put your boy in his seat

You got your biz in the streets

I wash my hands when I eat

I never handled a key

I don't know no one BD

But they dependent on me

**** don't know where I'm at

I found your house on a app

People around you ain't slat

They plottin' hard when you slack

They got a gun in your back

This who you trust when you sleepin' at night

I'm in the mirror, I see what I like

It is what it is, I'm right when I'm right

Fuck with my kids, you fuck with your life

You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife

AK not silent like knife

Think he won't do it, I might

I gotta do what I like, I gotta

Dat's my brother, don't you know it?

Soupe à l'oignon from Yoshinoya

Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoyah

Dis my life, I must enjoy it

Dis my life, they bussin' for it

We don't hold back, we must move forward

Stay where you at, you supposed to, boy

**** is fake, I won't ign—

This is a code red for old heads who never liked my short shorts and PRO-Keds

Been a minute since he had to fit it on a notepad

I was busy buildin' up the life that **** don't have

Told me that the money make you lonely, it ain't so bad

**** jokes is so dad, but haven't seen they son in a month

Sold some Apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt

I told 'em take the backend points, he wanted the front

Now his career's in a blunt

These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con, the industry evil people, me and fam got a trauma bond

Drive like the Autobahn

Integrity whore, say what I mean, apologize if I didn't, or clarify if it's written in stone

Freak it and leave it alone, give it time, let the truth come to light

Let 'em catch up, **** peepin' like, "Damn, he was right"

Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on a mic

Rather die a good man with a bad wife

These **** almost fifty, and they dressin' like a hype beast

Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight piece

White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the think piece

Checks off, death, murder, and pain leave you empty

I curse you with that knowledge, put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'

Death before dishonor, on my mom like Keke Palmer

I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler

I'm allergic to this rap shit

Made a song but spent more time writin' the caption

I'm an actor, you can put that on set, I'm about that action

My tweets all lowercase, I saw these **** cappin'

My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin', I ain't see you, man, what happened?

Man, the blog era over, takin' all our stars

My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls

Bitch **** eat a dick and doggy bag the balls