Verse: 1
My squad's driven but the blessings is G-d given
Just look at how good YOD's living
In the limo rocking a mink, crack the window and show fur
They check my feet, when I hop out, it's Gucci loafers
Laid low for some time, made sure every line tight
sh** was looking bleak until I got my mind right
Shine the light, the reach of these other rappers is finite
And their babymoms be average as f**, yeah she was fine alright
Fair to say that they're not some good lookers
In reality, just glorified neighborhood hookers
Quit it with them "blaaats: and "booka bookas"
I heard your man went to jail and they took his tuchus
Then gave it back, stay kissing a** that's why you say you spit crack
Your crews with you, knowing that sh** wack
I get it right the first time cause it's hard to reenact
Surprised I made it out with my integrity in tact
12 years a rapper, a loop eater
Break chewer, no time for a snake hoo-er
Making moves underground, let's take the sewer
In lieu of these fakes tryna maneuver, loser
You'se a groupie, go blow a roadie brody, u ain't my co-d
What makes you think you know the Y.O.D
Why O.D.?
Ruling the street with an alias, and they lovin it
A dictator, ain't nobody calling out my government
Even if you "know me" you phony
Catch me on my lonely, I play paranoid like Tony Iommi, we at war with the pigs, don't make me pull out this iron, man...