My Yout (feat. Maverick Sabre)

My Yout -Joey Bada $$/Maverick Sabre

Uh just put it in the air

Light that loud and watch disappear here

Thoughts at the speed of light years

I could see the light

Yeah this the right year made the flow yeah

Clear and easy to steer in space and time erasing fine

Amazing in the maze of cliches

Each day weighs out enlightenment

Niggas blacked out cause I got ultra violent

Now my wave lengths to the radio waves

Still keep it under pavements but not a ratio change

My patio the same

But I ain't even got to tell them that

Poppy leave them dimes at my welcome mat

Get high as heavens Hope hell never come back

I'm like 5'11but have angelic contact

The devil jealous in fact Cause I rebel the spells

With a letter to god I swear you know me so well

This one time I said lord would you help

Some short time after see my music on the shelf

And of course I gotta thank myself

My wealth is in my happiness and mine

And not my pocket health in its ashes

If you don't even think sometimes

If its passion and relationships synchronize

Drowning inside her true eyes is to the higher

I don't drink too much I know the bud wiser

It's the livest one

Bedford Stuyvesant

Woh woh woh

Ah One hand on the mac one hand on my sac

I'm thinking to myself what if I handed it back

But I gotta hand it to myself I'm handling rap

Handsome versing that's like hand to hand combat

Rehearsing I got eight arms ni**a

Disarm your favorite rapper he won't come back

Made flex drop eight times ni**a

On contact whine that like eight times

Got to keep it G this for my masons

Figure it out eight times the average of mind

I may sign which I don't like lime light

But I'll shine witcha

B**ch I gotta eat I might dine witcha

Yeah I got bars but I'm like Akon ouwitcha

Convict music for real

This industry give me chills

Cause in the streets I'm chill

But still heating up for a mill

I'm like so real

Life is so surreal

Sosa already got sealed for the way he revealed

Taking hold of pitchforks still

But I will never yield

In this pitchfork hold thinking I gotta appeal

Cause I'm thinking like a deal

Could get me living swell for real

But if I skyfall thinking ideal