Lakeside In Louisiana

Ugh W.A, yo It's Mister hard in the paint like the NBA I got my name in the game bro I been EA I'm only louder and proud when I spit these days I usually keep to myself like an NDA It's You-N-G-Jay (ugh) The boy can't see breaks (ugh) The only thing above my name is some empty space I crack beats and bad bitches when I make these plays The flow disrespect niggas like kids these days (yeah) I used to suffer every day but now I'm moving copacetic (yeah) Had the type of pain I couldn't treat with anesthetics Used to worry my intentions would compete with my genetics The abused would turn abuser and the meek would turn pathetic But I got some help and never made the words prophetic Found a solid group to change my psychological aesthetic I was at the edge a couple times I coulda ended Now I'm better and the thought of passing on is just a relic I done made it through the bad days seen the strife And I think I found the joy that's in being alive Moved away across the world from the scenes of plight Now they love me in the south like red beans and rice (hahahaha) The boy seen the light my nigga now I only see checks I'm too cold cuz I gotta keep my cheese fresh (uh-huh) You type weak I'm type crazy like a mean text I'm top 10 where your name is prolly seen less Now my money green less Stunna really seem blessed Get into the booth on a beat and then I de-stress Get me on a track and I swear you'll have no regrets I don't know if you deliver though just like a green text (haha) My team next so we gotta split domes Harder than being a rapper with imposter syndrome I stay mad fly like a got a wishbone And I'm spreading my name till they carve it in stone ugh