Real Yoffee Shit

[Chorus]
Yoffee in my cup
Cookie in my blunt
Lil mama in the cut
Fire in the tuck
Bags on the table
Leverage in my luggage
We ain't start for paper
But fuck it we still want it

[Verse 1]
Strive to rise above the madness
That’s why 9 times outta...
I be high on average
So much in limbo, how low can you go
I’m asking ahh
All this shit be by design, I be notice the patterns
Can’t believe the things I see sometimes, see sometimes
Shit get graphic ahh, got to read between the lines
Color out the lines
Masterpiece of mind
Ain’t no peak for mine
Outlook redesign
I never mistake attempted guidance for gospel
Never mistake a hustler for a prophet
Never mistake tryna silence me with possible
So don’t mistake me for the version that they sell in out the deuce
It's too much do as I say
WHOA ...and not as I do
Who the fuck is you? Whoa whoa
Bunch of 'bout to do's
I’m not enthused
I Got the juice
Complete with PAC at Q’s
Locker too
But they ain’t dig til I drop that nigga off that roof

[Chorus]
Yoffee in my cup
Cookie in my blunt
Lil mama in the cut
Fire in the tuck
Bags on the table
Leverage in my luggage
We ain't start for paper
But fuck it we still want it

[Verse 2]
Dosidos and dark my roast
To get in my groove
Peak they curiosity when we slide through
She gon learn her new ways when she round wit' my crew
She gon teach that nigga that been tryin' & tryin' her
Y’all Wippy tow wit' the sound, all that shit be quiet
Where these boys be gettin' this from, the hell if I knew
Got The crown wit' the loud I’m always your highness
Think you know what you know but how you apply it?
Shit got old to me real fast
So fast I hope I don’t crash
Sometimes I be losing track
Sometimes my stash lose a track
My hands they been loose wit' cash
Itchy palms, feel like a rash
Never went nowhere, but always hype myself up like I’m back

[Chorus]
Yoffee in my cup
Cookie in my blunt
Lil mama in the cut
Fire in the tuck
Bags on the table
Leverage in my luggage
We ain't start for paper
But fuck it we still want it