YUNG PUNK (feat. Lord Sko)

Don't be afraid Every man is the architect of his own fortune Yeah Leather jacket that I spent in cash I still tell all my bitches don't get attached Or go callin' my phone when I'm penning raps From selling packs to the lemongrass Man, I would do whatever to get a bag Moving desperate, Y'all sell out and then it crash Send a message and tell them to get it back Let the past be a lesson I'm getting cash Never that on the covers of magazines But I'm still in the cut with a bag of weed I was in the lab, you was at the beach, And I'm still in the lab when I'm at the beach Come catch me by the North Shore Knick game, the kid sit by the court floor In the fourth quarter, I might dip the garden for a show in Florida Got my haters saltier than ocean water With this bong, gotta follow the code of honor Motivated, might blow all the dough tomorrow Was it cold behavior, now the boy in Cabo Y'all just play it safe and wonder what do I know I can see your eyes and tell your soul is hollow That's what happens when you let emotions wallow You ain't fuck her, so why you posing models, lil dummy Counting losses with my left hand, Count my money with the right I don't even wanna have a conversation if the money isn't right Off of psychedelic drugs, Looking at the sky, middle of the night Catch a body, then go catch him spilling liquor at the vigil for your life Yeah, yeah It's that Newport Lord, Jeff Hardy, Uptown Shit You know the deal, Ha Know what's real May God have mercy on my soul Counting losses with my left hand, Count my money with the right I don't even wanna have a conversation if the money isn't right Off of psychedelic drugs, Looking at the sky, middle of the night Catch a body, then go catch him spilling liquor at the vigil for your life Yeah, yeah Haha Punk! Yung Punk, What's Goody