Death Of Yolo

This the song I wrote if I died

I was on the 50 mile doing 9-5

Beating the pussy like he ain't got 9 lives

And I'm high, mix Ciroc and some blunts, cause you only live once

Cause you only live once [x3]

Once, once

White girl wasted, my wife girl hate it

'Cause when I'm faded I just wanna

See her naked

Adjust adjacent, like baby let me see your matrix

Kama Sutra, back to basics

Since I was on the go, back to the block

105 on, started bumpin' Hard Knock

I looked at my nigga Fly, as my heart dropped

Sedan in front swervin' as the car stopped

In that split second, my foot steppin' breakin'

I thought to myself, I always knew that I would make it

All it took was patience, and now I'm on the stations

Luckily I made it right before my life was taken

It was too good to be mistaken for happiness and riches

People callin' my phone, like they happy that we did it

Little did they know I was 'bout to meet my maker

Till an angel came down and told me that my time was later

Riiiiiight, fuck it

Pass the deuce, 'member creepin' through the 'jects

Had to, stash the deuce in my 40 'Low boots

International, my bread is well earned

L's burn, smash hoes in Melboure

Light skinned jawn, look like Chanel Imon

One night, got her hooked, like I'm heroin

Vintage Vans and puffin' on chron

Posted, lookin' like a slimmer Daron

Give me some to a 112 song

Smoke a nigga like a Newport Long

Pass off to my man, be a baton

'Cause it ain't no if fun if the homies don't get none

Right, it's like ballin' on a bitty

Bunch of bad bitches from different cities

Illest niggas in New Yiddy

Kush God, Joey Bada$$, relax and stack the skrilly

Late night cruisin', fusing the green with the cuban

So swift we moving through clouds intruding

Celestial Nubians, known them since

I was a Brand Nubian and they influenced him

And now it's new beginnin's, catch me sinnin' in Sin City

Sittin' and spinnin' and spittin' in ya city

Swimmin' in ya bitty, fuckin' the kitty and breasts

Got protection in the vest, but still penetrate correct

Confess, I got the remedy for these bitches

The Jack and the sack and ejac and some intellect

And [?] all we do is flex on the weekends

They upset cause I learned how to flex on the weakest

And in my strength they drenched in they trenches

The face of my terrace is gold, leaving fences and the coal

And I know all you nigga's weaknesses

Through my threshold, sight on some instinctive shit