Side Effect

Lyrics

[Verse 1: YL] Three stripes on the A-Di-Das 501 Levi's, its YL I represent the east side Mission is collect the cash keep it runnin' like a wanted man I ain't satisfied with just a couple grand I seek the benefits, you don't know why The rare specimen Its them again gettin' sprung off of natural elements You sensitive, mentally dead since the genesis No authenticness when I see you Move with elegance, you's a negative Make decisions like executives Pardon the penmanship, most niggas be actin' feminine My adrenaline pumps, I don't fuck with no chumps I'm glued to Earth, a Polo man just chill on my shirt Feelings get hurt, my fingers caught inside of a skirt Peace and disturb, peace to my people in Jers Triple R season for sure, spittin' written sour hittin' Somewhere inside my literature [Hook: YL] It's ok (la, la) It's alright (la, la) If you not sure (la, la) You could ask Y (la, la) It's all love, all drugs, all come to hear me body it I acknowledge, you ain't got the time for all the politics It's OPEN 24 baby You know I gotchu you can step inside for more baby [Verse 2: YL] And I ain't havin' it, fame attract attention like a magnet The young man after older hoes like The Graduate I'm tattin' this sign on my faith like the sacraments Protagonist, picture me fly what should I caption this Manifest, plantin' my seeds the green's a side effect I project vocals on mics, various sound devices I made a dike chick see the light wait nice tits It's strictly the real, you know the kid We could build but when I get the check we could split the bill Sittin' still say goodbye to each other She hit Brazil, I'm a Mexican kiss her right on the lips Told her when she got the time, to send me some flicks I live my life inside the loop between a snare and a kick Camera glarin' my vision Respect my idols I ain't starin' and shit All the practice in the world couldn't prepare me for this Time is weary and some would say it barely exist [Hook: YL] It's ok (la, la) It's alright (la, la) If you not sure (la, la) You could ask Y (la, la) It's all love, all drugs, all come to hear me body it I acknowledge, you ain't got the time for all the politics It's OPEN 24 baby You know I gotchu you can step inside for more baby [Verse 3: YL] Can you hear me through the garbage that you play in your whip Play for the chips, tryna walk away with a win Pray for the kids, payin' for the days that we sin Give him a sec, I'm back blaze it again Fly lyrical your physical form is not invincible Connecting syllables, 1080p the visuals I made a twenty dollar bills stretch for the week that's a miracle Analog thoughts, spittin' digital Family first, that's traditional It ain't about the 20 dollars its the mothafuckin' principal Ain't no Warhols on my walls keep it minimal, right Maybe the eggshell, nice with the pen sale I set sail on open water, its for the brokenhearted The beat drops got 'em goin' half retarded They shoulda never got me started, keep my possessions guarded I swear to God I'll die for this shit like a martyr, let's go [Outro: YL] It's ok (la, la) OPEN 24/7 You know what I'm sayin' get it anytime For my people, you know what I'm sayin' New York Roper Williams (you could ask) Y to the L It's Triple R baby, yeah