Yuh, yuh, yuh
I pay my hoes, my bills, my homage
I never been to college
I sever the head of rappers
I pack the Mac-11
To send you to another dimension
Not to mention I pop the Smith and Wesson
With no second-guessin'
Yo bitch, get to steppin'
Once I get it you ain't gettin' it
Don't want to hear a word out of your mouth
What's up with that pussy, don't doubt me?
I can make it squirt while I skrrt in the Audi
Bitch I'm outie after that
Oddy's after that
Touch your Instagram
Put you on the map
Don't discriminate
Fuck a handicap
No life or death
Don't tell me that bitch

Back in the Golden Days
I was glowing rays
Now I'm soaked in grey from all these fucking growing pains
Keep on throwing shade you'll meet the fuckin shogun's blade
I'm stealing trophies out your trophy case
Fuck the cards I was dealt I got a pokerface to seal an open-base hoe
Fuck an older age though
If life's a book, rip out the last page and roll up a J, hoe
Bitch I'm Yung Plague, no way
Imma a grow fangs
Rip out your throat, ain't saying anything out that hole, mane

Hundred pills, bottles on my motherfucking dresser, mane
Couple lil' models all up in my Twitter mentions, mane
I'm the mane
That'll make a stain out of your fucking brain
Smoking strain off some strange grain that I can't explain
Fuck the fame, fuck these fucking lames
That's why I isolate
Can't relate to none of you motherfuckers
Keep me in my grave
Hold up wait
Ducking in the shade
Shooting up the H
Stuck at Hell's gates with Yung Plague and I'm draped in grey

Copyright: Songtrust Ave
Writer(s): Kevin Pouya