
letra de st. ides on sunday - all hail y.t.
[verse 1: all hail y.t.]
look
i got front, back, and side to side (side to side)
never let no broke hoes get in my ride
reef? pops ask kane if he cared if he lived or he died
his non-reply statement, i was nine
juvenile probation had me fallin’ in line
schoolyard to the prison yard, follow the signs
it’s like the blind dog follow the blind
i was made one of a kind
treasures in the depths of my mind
couldn’t unlock it, stuck in the projects, lint in my pocket
a n-gga used to steal school clothеs up out the laundry mat
had a $20 food stamp, i was fine with that
childhood was f-cked up, wish i could rеwind it back
and sip some brew with the homies that done passed
pourin’ st. ides 40’s on the grass
look, i’m livin’ every single moment like my last
hit the clip then i dipped in the slab
it’s y.t
[chorus: all hail y.t.]
i got front, back, and side to side
never let no broke hoes get in my ride (never)
got front, back, and side to side (side to side)
never let a player hater f-ck up the vibe (can’t f-ck up the vibe)
got front, back, and side to side (side to side)
side to side (side to side)
still bangin’, still slangin’
pull up to the hood where my young g’s hangin’
[verse 2: jay worthy]
a compton g’a so i’m stuck with the grey leather (grey leather)
no rims on my ship make her ride better (make her ride better)
bomb pints for the pleasure, i don’t sell lean (sell lean)
never catch me nodded off like a dopefiend (dopefiend)
i don’t need much bis, i really like the taste (like the taste)
i [?] with the homie face
summertime in the bity n-ggas get shot (get shot)
that’s why i stay low-key with a big glock
gas station altercation, get yo’ sh-t knocked
and if you runnin’ out yo’ pockets, sh-t could get knocked (get knocked)
i don’t make the rules, n-gga, this the street code
the streets know scary ass n-ggas better stay home (stay home)
glasshouse got me feelin’ like a sp-ceship
powder in her nose got her feelin’ like a facelift
put her on a blade at 3pm, you know her day shift (day shift)
they just hatin’ on me, when i come around, don’t say sh-t
[chorus: all hail y.t.]
i got front, back, and side to side
never let no broke hoes get in my ride (never)
got front, back, and side to side (side to side)
never let a player hater f-ck up the vibe (can’t f-ck up the vibe)
got front, back, and side to side (side to side)
side to side (side to side)
still bangin’, still slangin’
pull up to the hood where my young g’s hangin’
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