YOKI

Me and all my people we're trapped

Turning dreams to reality all off of packs

I want it all in totality right off the back

I don't see no boundaries when I'm in my sac

I got a Bag full of (shh) I'm trying to turn them to racks

And I'm back with the (shh) go and make it a stat

I'm brushing up my messes hoping that you all clap

But when your teeth stay clean you never worry about plaques

I only smoke green not the white or the black

I like blue dream sour diesel and plat

My lungs getting beat I keep rolling up bats

Sometimes I use papers but the backies they smack