Yokai

Yo I’m with the Yokai chillin

On the throne, like trippin

In my zone type shit

I’m in my own light

Always keep some gold ice hidden in my clothes, like Biggie

Nigga froze with a little bit smoke

No never in rush. like my cup i take it slow yuh

This that mud, this that drank, this that poh up

I must be a heretic cause i’m getting stoned

21 but I been paid and my Wardrobe

Look like a fashion yin yang, ILU on me pristine

Never catch a pit stain, Ornate like the sistine

Eighth floor i see Biscayne. life is not a mystery

I just peep how shit changed. keep it in my memory

Got a lotta grim tales leaking from my stem cells yuh

Always leaking from my stem cells

Catching up on folklore, lying on the cold floor

My only regret in life is that I didn’t know more