Yoshinoya

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

I stuck around like Yoshinoya

Stone Mountain read and the caster cord

This my life, I must enjoy it

This my life, they busting for it

We don't hold back, we must go forward

Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy

Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

I put your boy in the seat

You got your bis' in the streets

I wash my hands when I eat

I never hand her the key

I don't know no one BD

But they dependent' on me

Niggas don't know where I'm at

I find your house on the app

People around you ain't slatt

They plottin' hard when you slatt

They got a gun in your back

This who you trust when you sleepin' at night

I look in the mirror I see what I like

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

**** with my kids, you **** with your life

You ****in' these hoes, I'm ****in' my wife

AK not silent like knife

Think he won't do it, I might

I gotta do what I like

I gotta, that's my word

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

[?] from Yoshinoya

Stone Mountain read and the caster cord

This my life, I must enjoy it

This my life, they busting for it

We don't hold back, we must go forward

Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy

Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

This is a code red for old heads

Who never liked my short shorts and croquettes

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

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

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

Niggas jokes are so dead

They haven't seen their son in a month

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

I told 'em take the back end points, he wanted to front

Now his career's in ablunt

These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con

The industry evil people, me and fam' gotta trauma bond

Drive like the Autobot

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

N*s peepin' like, damn, he was right

Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on the mic'

Rather die a good man with a bad wife

These niggas almost sticked me 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 faint peace

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 the sauna

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 lower case I saw these n*s cappin'

My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin'

I ain't see you, man, what happened?

Man, the blog era overtakin' all our stars

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

Bitch n*, eat a dick and doggy bag of balls

You've never heard of Chaka Khan?

What are they teaching you in school?