Yellow Brick Road

Have dreams of me tourin', I'm rockin' Ralph Lauren

Last night I had a dream of me pullin' up in foreigns

She say Yung Tray, my friend say she like you

A big yellow red bitch, but bald head like Caillou

Asked what's the time, and I ain't finna play

It's real **** time, girl, it's 4:38

**** out to kill me, they want Yung Tray dead

So, now when I slide, I got one in the head

Keep havin' nightmares of spirits, they keep on hauntin' me

Only thing you know, pussy hoe, what the fuck you gonna see

I fucked this bitch, now the fuck **** wanna punish me

Bruh, if it's pressure, let me know, I'm on some zombie things

'Cause I don't go to school no more, they say I'm uneducated

I told 'em fuck it, pussy hoe, I'm fully paid in

Can't wait to call Kuhti and tell 'em that we made it

Young West Orlando, Florida, ****, plus I'm Haitian

On me that ratchet, gon' make you scream "Hallelujah"

It can get tragic, I'm posted up with some shootas

At Evans High School, I tried to fuck on my tutor

'Bout to say, "Fuck it" and stick 'em up with the Ruger

Kid rockin', Tray rollin', top be so legit

We whack some shit, I swear, won't leave no fuckin' evidence

Yellow brick road, Kuhti, he's so intelligent

We ran it up, don't even remember bein' broke ever since

Can I tell you how it feel, to listen to the kid?

Your man forgive, I don't, Dirty Dan will not spare a bitch

I'll fuckin' sense a jit, got expelled off with the shits

Teacher say I won't be nothin', I told that hoe go eat a dick

All my **** on go, 'bout West Orlando

In the pine hills, trap house where they whip they wrist in a bowl

These fuck **** be hatin', they energy be shady

All my Zoes grab machetes, we posted up like Jason

I survived because the fire inside me

Burned brighter than the fire around me

And I flip the page, lil' bih, you halfway

To the yellow brick road

Find out where you lived, and run up in yo' house

We ain't sparin' kids, bitch, get on the ground

Pistol to his face, please don't make a sound

'Cause if you move today, you won't make it out

Duckin' from the cops, shit, gotta stick and move (On my momma)

.30 on the Glock, that bitch sound like a flute (Still bringin' drama)

If I don't fuck with you no more, bitch, you took a loss (Don't ask what happened)

Yung Tray, that **** dickin' bitches to the cross (I beat her back in)

All of my **** on go, no feelin's, trained to slice your throat

Follow the yellow brick road, Yung Tray just stick to the code

To all my dawgs in the streets, Yung Tray just wanna see you shine

Sad I'm not livin' my dream, but everybody got they time

Had to cut some **** off, they tried to play me like I'm stupid

How the fuck you my dawg, when you don't even support my music?

Play tough guy, good luck, I got some people playin' with fire

You tell me to pull up, walk down your hood, like Michael Myers

I'm patiently waitin', cuzzo prayin' for me to make it

These fuck **** hatin', Yung Tray life, they wanna take it

Glock got some hand time, I swear this shit will go down

They know I'm the man now, they want Yung Tray in the dog pound

Come fuck with my city, this shit be turned on the West Side

I'm tryna see millions, before I muthafuckin' die

From West Orlando, bitch, man, you can't turn me down

Remember the yellow brick road, jit, from here on, stay on your ground