Yoshinoya

LETRA

Yoshinoya

[Part I]

[Chorus]
That's my brother, don't you know it?
I stuck around like Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoyah
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they busting for it
We don't hold back, we must move forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

[Verse]
I put your boy in the seat
You got your biz in the streets
I wash my hands when I eat
I never handled a key
I don't know no one BD
But they dependent on me
Niggas don't know where I'm at
I find your house on the app
People around you ain't slat
They plottin' hard when you slack
Thеy got a gun in your back
This who you trust when you sleepin' at night
I'm in the mirror, I see what I like
It is what it is, I'm right whеn I'm right
Fuck with my kids, you f*** with your life
You fuckin' these hoes, I'm fuckin' my wife
AK not silent like knife
Think he won't do it, I might
I gotta do what I like
I gotta—

[Chorus]
That's my brother, don't you know it?
Soup à l'oignon from Yoshinoya
Stone Mountain, Redan, Dekalb, Sequoyah
This my life, I must enjoy it
This my life, they busting for it
We don't hold back, we must move forward
Stay where you at, you're supposed to, boy
Niggas is fake, I won't ignore it

[Part II]

[Verse]
This is a code red for old heads
Who never liked my short shorts and PRO-Keds
Been a minute since he had to fit it on the notepad
I was busy buildin' up the life that niggas don't have
Told me that the money make you lonely, it ain't so bad
Niggas jokes are so dad
But haven't seen they son in a month
Sold some Apple stock to buy a farm, I needed to stunt
I told 'em take the backend points, he wanted to front
Now his career's in a blunt
These rappers cosplay, the industry Comic-Con
The industry evil people, me and fam got a trauma bond
Drive like the Autobahn
Integrity whore, say what I mean
Apologize if I didn't
Or clarify if it's written in stone
Freak it and leave it alone
Give it time, let the truth come to light
Let 'em catch up
Niggas peepin' like "Damn, he was right"
Rather have my foot on they neck than they hand on a mic
Rather die a good man with a bad wife
These niggas almost fifty, and they dressin' like a hype beast
Used to get the peach milkshake and add the eight piece
White boy throwin' dirt on my name for the think piece
Checks off, death, murder, and pain leave you empty
I curse you with that knowledge
Put they hands on a woman for the clout but said I'm wildin'
Death before dishonor
On my mom like Keke Palmer
I'm allergic to the drama, you saw me and Tyler
I'm allergic to this rap shit
Made a song, but spent more time writin' the caption
I'm an actor, you can put that on set
I'm about that action
My tweets all lowercase, I saw these niggas cappin'
My homegirl said you a stalker, so we ain't dappin'
I ain't see you, man, what happened?
Man, the blog era over, takin' all our stars
My favorite spot was 'bout to close, so I made some calls
Bitch ni***, eat a dick and doggy bag the balls
[Outro]
Hold up, he gon' get this work
Innocent face
How do we change with more understanding?
You've never heard of Chaka Khan?
What are they teaching you in school?