Intro by TheYungGod Lyrics
[vocal sample: People Just Do Nothing]
“Oh, I’m just trying to avoid comedowns as much as possible...
...(and how do you avoid them?)...
...just, do more drugs, basically..."
[The Yung God]
“TYG where you been?
TYG where you at?”
Blame it on the drugs
And that’s for anyone that asks
Tell your girl I ain't leave
But I’m back
So all you local rappers tryna rap
That ain't the gang it’s a wrap
All these mothafuckers trash
All these mothafuckers whack
Been running the city
Like a motherfuckin’ track
I don’t ever slip, bitch
I don’t ever slack
Slid up in your girl
She was lookin' like a snack
I been chasin’ hoes
Since the since fuckin’ second grade
You was 20-years old
When you got to second base
I’m just talkin’ facts
While you motherfuckers hate
Need a perc right now
Man I’m tryna catch a fade
When it comes to the God
Ain’t shit changed
Still the fuckin’ same
Spit and sit flame
Never fuckin’ with these lames
Poppin’ pills to kill the pain
TYG still the mothafuckin’ name
[Lauda]
Lauda on the beat
Comin’ back with a backpack
Full of dub sacks
Roll it up and I don’t pass that
Come on homie where the hash at
Split a backwoods down and spill my guts where I ash at
208 that’s where I came from
From the gutter bitch yeah we came up
On some other shit
But always pouring up
All this purple shit
We gon’ need more cups
I’m tired man
I’m nodding ‘cause I’m faded
Ask me where the Xans at
Bitch I ate ‘em
Yeah I was a zombie while we dated
We got warm bodies R-rated
I do this shit for me
For cars that got no keys
For ballin' with no lease
I’ma get it best believe
In this game I'll never leave
You ask for snow you best say please
I’m so cold with no degree
And all these drugs, they all for me
“Oh, I’m just trying to avoid comedowns as much as possible...
...(and how do you avoid them?)...
...just, do more drugs, basically..."
[The Yung God]
“TYG where you been?
TYG where you at?”
Blame it on the drugs
And that’s for anyone that asks
Tell your girl I ain't leave
But I’m back
So all you local rappers tryna rap
That ain't the gang it’s a wrap
All these mothafuckers trash
All these mothafuckers whack
Been running the city
Like a motherfuckin’ track
I don’t ever slip, bitch
I don’t ever slack
Slid up in your girl
She was lookin' like a snack
I been chasin’ hoes
Since the since fuckin’ second grade
You was 20-years old
When you got to second base
I’m just talkin’ facts
While you motherfuckers hate
Need a perc right now
Man I’m tryna catch a fade
When it comes to the God
Ain’t shit changed
Still the fuckin’ same
Spit and sit flame
Never fuckin’ with these lames
Poppin’ pills to kill the pain
TYG still the mothafuckin’ name
[Lauda]
Lauda on the beat
Comin’ back with a backpack
Full of dub sacks
Roll it up and I don’t pass that
Come on homie where the hash at
Split a backwoods down and spill my guts where I ash at
208 that’s where I came from
From the gutter bitch yeah we came up
On some other shit
But always pouring up
All this purple shit
We gon’ need more cups
I’m tired man
I’m nodding ‘cause I’m faded
Ask me where the Xans at
Bitch I ate ‘em
Yeah I was a zombie while we dated
We got warm bodies R-rated
I do this shit for me
For cars that got no keys
For ballin' with no lease
I’ma get it best believe
In this game I'll never leave
You ask for snow you best say please
I’m so cold with no degree
And all these drugs, they all for me