โหลดเพลง mp3 My Yout (feat. Maverick Sabre) - Joey Bada$$

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 5'11 but 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