Young Chop - Yes Lord lyrics

[Intro/ Bridge] I got my realest n***as in the house We ridin' Head first, said it's hard, you're still looking for No heart ache No, no, oh [Hook: Travis Scott] Till the world with my real n***as Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Burning money, like it ain't nothin' Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Champagne for all the pain Yes Lord Trapped in a life you other n***as would k** for Running town with my real n***as Yes Lord Pray to God that this the life That we made for [Verse 1: Price Tag] (One time) (Alright) Click- clack when the heat clap, do you need that? I k**ed the beat, R.I.P, no repa** Never taken my girl shopping, new shoes She don't need that, she only in One position, I guess I could buy her knee pads Gettin' this paper, my manager chargin' 10 racks for the bookin' Pot on the stove, that's that yola That's never top ramen we cookin' Young and from Cali, but rappin' like All of them OG's in Brooklyn You mad cause your chick in my crib And you thought that she'd never be tooken But n***a, you dealin' with greats All my n***as go ape I got G's behind me, Like (like) letter (letter) H (H) And it's real n***as, no fakes over here Go-getters, no brakes over here Straight shots, no chase over here Broke n***as go way over there! [Hook: Travis Scott] Till the world with my real n***as Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Burning money, like it ain't nothin' Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Champagne for all the pain Yes Lord Trapped in a life you other n***as would k** for Running town with my real n***as Yes Lord Pray to God that this the life That we made for [Verse 2: King Chip] (Yeah) Early morning smoking, know a n***a living I don't really care what cit' I'm goin' way, way down in the jungle Deep, when most of my n***as is dead Every day I avenge my n***a, off in the LV shoes, I walk They cla**ify me as a n***a Just based off the way I talk All my night I live a legend When I rapped my out of the ghetto where If n***as don't know you, they won't say hello And as k**er bee k**, better keep that mellow Bad a** Cleveland hoes is right, Ass so fat But that money on my mind Long a** hair, land lord don't care n***as just need them ends on time Catch me close to PCA's, Breathing all that THC b**h I'm with probably got a man but We both know that he ain't me Sip that lean with ice, and a n***a so nice Go ahead girl roll them dice, what's the chance You drop them pants, give it up to a n***a That could change your life? Heavy on the reigns, I'm the city god n***a don't change and you know a n***a hoggin' up lanes Prolly in the Benz with the engine, prolly in the Range Cause you know a n***a stay with them things Californicating on the weekly, chiefing on the daily Chip is crazy, crazy mean And stunting on these haters, baby [Hook] Till the world with my real n***as Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Burning money, like it ain't nothin' Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Champagne for all the pain Yes Lord Trapped in a life you other n***as would k** for Running town with my real n***as Yes Lord Pray to God that this the life That we made for [Bridge] I got my realest n***as in the house We ridin' Head first, said it's hard, you're still looking for No heart ache No, no, oh [Verse 3: Oktane] Aww man, here he come It's mister co*ky, mister know-it-all Kawasaki-aki, papi Prolly finna blow it all Pocket full of money and you mad I wanna show it off, real n***as? (laugh) Your name ain't one I know at all! Always grindin', prolly workin You is broke, your pockets hurtin Yo' girl come [?], RnB That Rodney Jerkins, might be cause we the best Or, we the hottest this year and the next 4 Either way, it's the same answer: Am I that n***a? Yes Lord! What I'm talking bout next 4? Next 8 We gon' be the hottest here till the next decade Tock-tock ticking, bought a broad with a neck brace More love, more love, less hate I'm Mike Jackson, J5 Code red, stay fired I'm smokin' Yes Lord, sippin Praise God And excuse me while I stage dive Cause I'm [Hook: Travis Scott] Till the world with my real n***as Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Burning money, like it ain't nothin' Yes Lord Living the life you other n***as would k** for Champagne for all the pain Yes Lord Trapped in a life you other n***as would k** for Running town with my real n***as Yes Lord Pray to God that this the life That we made for