(Yung Lando go crazy) Yesterday, I had nothing Didn't know whether I'd amount to something I know a nigga with a body Tryna add some more to his count (Kill, kill) I know another nigga with a body Paranoid every time he leave his house Majority of niggas die with they guns Just 'cause you got it don't mean you gon' pop it (Facts) I hit a ho in Houston with the Rockets (That's facts) I hit a ho from Houston on the Roxys (Facts) We don't get high off the alphabet Even though we take RPs Got eighty-one G-Shocks on this Rollie NBA game, project baby sittin' floor seats (Yeah) Last year, my tissue was covered in blood (Why?) Yeah, I used to sit nosebleeds (Okay) Hi-Tech red when I pee (Piss) I ain't tellin' you to die, but don't breathe (Miss) I'm telling you bye, but don't leave (Hit) I'm a project baby like Peezy Keep me a banger, Chris Breezy, ayy I make this shit look easy, ayy If she love me, I tell her to cut it the barber way All of these rap niggas just like my sons, I ain't get nothin' for Fathers Day Ten bands, twenty bands (Yeah), thirty bands, forty bands (Thumb through it) Fifty racks (Thumb through it) A hundred stacks (Yeah), double that (Triple that) Yesterday, I had nothing Didn't know whether I'd amount to something I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes Only yesterday And I'm going out cheap, only for yesterday (Yesterday) I'm tryna fuck you today even though we met just yesterday These niggas play when they 'round me, it feel like yesterday Show me that who was just with me, I cut 'em off yesterday I could've bought nine pairs in Ballys, but I bought some Amiri jeans I told her she cannot suck my dick 'cause she just ate onion rings We get more backends than a pregnant lady I bought her YSL, but it's all gucci just like Radric Davis Baby bottles full of lean, gave them hoes to Poody for the trench babies I rock the Cuban links even though the boy is a damn American You shoot, no misses, give them niggas the blues like Sir Charles I don't think they get it No misses, we give 'em the blues like Sir Charles Can't feel my face Took twenty-one Percs today And the red numb the taste Still won't get tired 'fore Kevin Gates Bought so much Palm Angels, last night I saw Heaven gates And now I'm young and getting money, but my girl's not Reginae Yesterday, I had nothing Didn't know whether I'd amount to something I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes Only yesterday