Yoga Flame

[Intro]

4, 3, 2, 1
(YOGA FLAME)

[Verse 1]
Turned my girl into a pothead
Having threesomes blowing Mary Jane
Hoping we won't feel the pain again
Herbal version of that novacane
Clark Kent on kryptonite
I just need saving from Lois Lane
Cuz if it don't change, it'll stay the same
So I'm going Dhalsim for the Yoga Flame
I ain't stopping til they know my name
So I'm up 4:30 in the am tryna make
That music that'll change the game
Obsessed wit it like I'm Mark Twain
Every genius gotta go insane
Cuz really nigga u ain't gettin help
Teach you to war wit everybody else
They don't teach you how to win the war against yourself
I am my worst enemy
This is what I tend to see
A lot of ppl who were friends to me
Turns out they just frienimies
Tryna tryna put an end to me
They was never really into me
Oh they want the "bro" benefit
So bros what they pretend to be
Nah Nah No Favors
Nah Nigga No Favors
Don't hit me when see me on your TV
Sitting court side wit the lakers
Don't hit me when I'm chasin paper
Unless you talkin' guala I'm goin indie
Wit it Paul Georgin' for the pacers
Taking shots no chasers
E&J Peach all in my system
Forward wit the shots like I'm Scottie Pippen
Im the hottest even without a fuckin' pot to piss in
So when I get it, I hope u know that's what the fuck I'm dishin'
I swear y'all niggas never really listen
I been saying that I'm on a mission
I been saying my girl got the Mac tho
Imma let y'all think I'm talkin' about the lipstick
Young nigga from westside
Illadel that's the left side
Don't ever disrespect the fuckin'
Squad or else I'm at ya throat like a necktie
On my über flow lyft shit
Cuz you know I got the drive
Money, murder, pussy, music's all my city know
That's why the summer be too live
White Widow got me too fried
If I ain't the shit, Nigga who lied
Only real niggas in my circle
On a mission gotta get the crew fly
Wildin', wildin' like hoo-rah
Don't let me get the snappin, I will get the jabbin
Got my girl saying just woo-sah
Stuff the weed in the hookah
Yea, Super Sayian
You been playing, fuck the fame
Where's the lubrication
I ain't stoppin til i'm cultivating motivation
Or I'm Norman Bates'n any altercation
SlaughterNation still the movement
Noooo alterations, lost communication
People I had my faith in, they was faking
I will get the baking, legend in the making
Spittin' Yoga Flame