[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 niggas be actin' feminine

My adrenaline pumps, I don't fuck 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 shit

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 mothafuckin' 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 shit 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