YC Lyrics

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Reminiscing on the days we don't ever miss

Niggas only keeping k's if it had a swiss

We was really outside like a park bench

I'm a Sacramento King Moe Harkless

Gap teeth, afros and some blue magic

You was steady making jokes but now who's laughing

Promise always hold it down when the odds against me

You don't know about the town, talking Yuba City

In the five three tryna find me

By the ninth grade nigga barely five feet

Fresh white tee and a pair of Nikes got me feeling like

Can't nobody hold me down

I come from a city where nobody make it out

Staying on the couch till they laying in the ground

Shoutout everybody from the city making rounds

See me on the way better come and say what's up

I was in the north when the homie said it's tucked

Know it's never personal but loyalty's a plus

I'ma use my royalties and buy a bigger truck

Speak into existence everything I ever want

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Love the place I come from

Taught me what it's like to really care for all my loved ones

Taught me shut my mouth cuz laying low is when the funds come

Learned to watch my words cuz when I speak it can't be undone

Y'all was playing fun run

I was tryna fuck sumn

We spent every summer walking

I ain't talking London

Gave me confidence to step on necks when I step out

And I know not to give a fuck about these haters

X 'em out

Really stay about my paper

I don't care about the clout

I want dollar signs by signing dotted line for X amounts

Member mama writing checks you cashed 'em early

They'da bounced

I know looking back it's different but I think it's crazy how

We

Reminiscing on the days we don't ever miss

Niggas only keeping k's if it had a swiss

We was really outside like a park bench

I'm a Sacramento King Moe Harkless

Gap teeth, afros and some blue magic

You was steady making jokes but now who's laughing

Promise always hold it down when the odds against me

You don't know about the town talking

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Bout the town talking Yuba City

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Know about the town talking

Hundred yard dash to the bag I'ma chase that

1942 To the neck, I'ma face that

All the bullshit we was on I can't change that

Nigga tryna turn his Nissan to a Maybach

Yeah I'm laid back but my mental on kill

Nigga can't chill till my house in the hills

Penthouse suite with the panoramic views

If you from my city then I know you want it too

Hundred yard dash to the bag I'ma chase that

1942 To the neck, I'ma face that

All the bullshit we was on I can't change that

Nigga tryna turn his Nissan to a Maybach

Yeah I'm laid back but my mental on kill

Nigga can't chill till my house in the hills

Penthouse suite with the panoramic views

If you from my city then I know you want it to

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Wishing on the days we don't ever miss

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Outside like a park bench

I'm a Sacramento King Ron Artest

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