Side Effect lyrics

[Verse 1: YL]
Three stripes on the A-Di-Das
501 Levi's, its YL I represent the east side
Mission is collect the cash keep it runnin' like a wanted man
I ain't satisfied with just a couple grand
I seek the benefits, you don't know why
The rare specimen
Its them again gettin' sprung off of natural elements
You sensitive, mentally dead since the genesis
No authenticness when I see you
Move with elegance, you's a negative
Make decisions like executives
Pardon the penmanship, most n*ggas be actin' feminine
My adrenaline pumps, I don't f*ck with no chumps
I'm glued to Earth, a Polo man just chill on my shirt
Feelings get hurt, my fingers caught inside of a skirt
Peace and disturb, peace to my people in Jers
Triple R season for sure, spittin' written sour hittin'
Somewhere inside my literature

[Hook: YL]
It's ok (la, la)
It's alright (la, la)
If you not sure (la, la)
You could ask Y (la, la)
It's all love, all drugs, all come to hear me body it
I acknowledge, you ain't got the time for all the politics
It's OPEN 24 baby
You know I gotchu you can step inside for more baby
[Verse 2: YL]
And I ain't havin' it, fame attract attention like a magnet
The young man after older hoes like The Graduate
I'm tattin' this sign on my faith like the sacraments
Protagonist, picture me fly what should I caption this
Manifest, plantin' my seeds the green's a side effect
I project vocals on mics, various sound devices
I made a dike chick see the light wait nice tits
It's strictly the real, you know the kid
We could build but when I get the check we could split the bill
Sittin' still say goodbye to each other
She hit Brazil, I'm a Mexican kiss her right on the lips
Told her when she got the time, to send me some flicks
I live my life inside the loop between a snare and a kick
Camera glarin' my vision
Respect my idols I ain't starin' and sh*t
All the practice in the world couldn't prepare me for this
Time is weary and some would say it barely exist

[Hook: YL]
It's ok (la, la)
It's alright (la, la)
If you not sure (la, la)
You could ask Y (la, la)
It's all love, all drugs, all come to hear me body it
I acknowledge, you ain't got the time for all the politics
It's OPEN 24 baby
You know I gotchu you can step inside for more baby
[Verse 3: YL]
Can you hear me through the garbage that you play in your whip
Play for the chips, tryna walk away with a win
Pray for the kids, payin' for the days that we sin
Give him a sec, I'm back blaze it again
Fly lyrical your physical form is not invincible
Connecting syllables, 1080p the visuals
I made a twenty dollar bills stretch for the week that's a miracle
Analog thoughts, spittin' digital
Family first, that's traditional
It ain't about the 20 dollars its the mothaf*ckin' principal
Ain't no Warhols on my walls keep it minimal, right
Maybe the eggshell, nice with the pen sale
I set sail on open water, its for the brokenhearted
The beat drops got 'em goin' half retarded
They shoulda never got me started, keep my possessions guarded
I swear to God I'll die for this sh*t like a martyr, let's go

[Outro: YL]
It's ok (la, la)
OPEN 24/7
You know what I'm sayin' get it anytime
For my people, you know what I'm sayin'
New York
Roper Williams (you could ask)
Y to the L
It's Triple R baby, yeah