The Return of YKK
[Verse 1]
Spaced out
Motherfucker I’m on Mercury
Gaze down
While I’m climbing up vertically
Face down
You in the presence of a fuckin king
Tryna make sounds
Dropping out of university
I’m destroying all these universes
Tournament of power
Make my way to the top
Hear the bass rumble bats tower
Like team rocket
I’m blasting off again
Iced out ring like Saturn
I can’t stop I’m in
[Chorus x2]
It’s the return
YKK
Bounce back like sean
Fuck what they say
It’s the high school grad
Making my case
Still evolving my sound
Stunting on these primates
[Verse 2]
Writing down ideas late at night
Got me nocturnal
Bitch I’m hot shit like slugma
Touch me and you gon burn up
I got everybody screaming
Like an old spice commercial
Ima open up the curtain
No Winston Churchill
So many shrimp
I feel sick from the iodine
Kids try to silence me
Tell them it’s quiet time
Bitches be trying my
Patience but that’s alright
Travel through space and time
I’m on the enterprise
Like team rocket
I’m blasting off again
Iced out ring like Saturn
I can’t stop I’m in
[Chorus x2]
It’s the return
YKK
Bounce back like sean
Fuck what they say
It’s the high school grad
Making my case
Still evolving my sound
Stunting on these primates
[Beat Switch]
[Verse]
Took the time to myself
Just to focus on my craft
Listening to old music
Thinking man this shits bad
In a year schools out
And I ain’t ever going back
But I mean it this time
Graduation in the bag
Now it’s been a hot minute
Since summer nights
Sharp like a razor blade
They spitting like a butter knife
Know I gotta make it somewhere
Chilling in the limelight
Still producing all my shit
But now I gotta make my rhymes tight
Made the first EP
When I was only 15
Sleepless nights on FL
Only boosted the dream
Made YK2
When I was only 16
Hope the follow up
Boutta boost me blaring his theme
Got no plans
After high school yet
But ima pull up to reunion
In a white corvette
Ain’t no telling anybody
What I do next
Soon my music gon be bigger
Than Rihanna’s forehead
Game bent always talking insane
The lies said
Straight edge never making my brain
A fried egg
Stage set always ducking them lames
And fake friends
Lay sweat overworking but hey
It pays well
Or pays better than noodles
And helps me get over the land
Struggling to get hours
Kitchen hella over staffed
But Ima find my way
Being a one man band
Fuck being on a label
I’m keeping the whole bag