CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Yellow Brick Road
You know
Man, im Yung Tray man
Im on the yellow brick road to success, you know?
N***as left me stranded, thought I wouldn't find a way out
(They got me fucked up)
You see like, this shit get crazy
Like when you ever get lost and shit, you gotta follow the yellow brick road to success
(I ain't playin' no games)
You know what I'm saying, class is in session now
Have a seat, come learn something
Had dreams of me tourin, I'm rocking Ralph Lauren
Last night I had a dream of me pulling up in foreigns
She say Yung Tray, my friend say "she like you"
A thick yellow red bitch but bald head like Caillou
Asked what's the timе, and I ain't finna play
It's real n***a time, girl its 4:38
N***as out to kill me, thеy want Yung Tray dead
So now when I slide, I got one in the head
Keep having nightmares of spirits, they keep on haunting me
Only thing you know pussy hoe, is what the fuck you gonna see
I fucked his bitch, now the fuck n***a wanna punish me
Bruh if its 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 them fuck it, pussy hoe, I'm fully paid in
Can't wait to call Kuhti and tell him that we made it
Young West Orlando, Florida n***a, plus I'm Haitian
On me that rachet, gon' make you scream hallelujah
It can get tragic, I'm posted up with some shooters
At Evans High School, I tried to fuck on my tutor
'Bout to say fuck it and stick them up with the ruger
Kid rockin', Tray rollin, Top be so legit
We whack some shit, I swear, won't leave no fucking evidence
Yellow brick road, Kuhti he's so intelligent
We ran it up, don't even remember being 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'm fucking since a jit, got expelled off with the shits
Teacher say I won't be nothing, I told that hoe go eat a dick
All my n***as on go, bout' West Orlando
In the pine hills, trap house where they whip they wrist in a bowl
These fuck n***as be hating, they energy be shady
All my Zoes, grab machetes, we posted up like Jason
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter then the fire around me
Now flip the page lil' bitch, you half way to the yellow brick road
Find out where you live, and run up in your house
We ain't sparing kids, bitch get on the ground
Pistol to his face, please don't make a sound
Cuz if you move today, you won't make it out
Ducking from the cops, shit, gotta stick and move
(On my momma)
30 on the Glock, that bitch sang 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 n***a dicking bitches to the cross
(I beat her back in)
All of my n***as on go, no feelings trained to slice your throat
Follow the yellow brick road, Yung Tray just stick to the code
To all my dogs in the streets, Yung Tray just wanna see you shine
Sad I'm not living my dream, but everybody got they time
Had to cut some n***as off, they tried to play me like I'm stupid
How the fuck you my dog, when you don't even support my music?
Play tough guy, good luck, I got some people playing with fire
You tell me to pull up, walk down your hood, like Michael Myers
I'm patiently waiting, cuzzo praying for me to make it
These fuck n***as hating, Yung Tray life, they wanna take it
Glock got some hang 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 wit my city, this shit be turnt on the west side
I'm tryna see millions, before I motherfucking die
From western Orlando bitch, man you can't turn me down
Remember the yellow brick road jit, from here on stay on your grind
YBR, Congratulations, mission complete
Man, im Yung Tray man
Im on the yellow brick road to success, you know?
N***as left me stranded, thought I wouldn't find a way out
(They got me fucked up)
You see like, this shit get crazy
Like when you ever get lost and shit, you gotta follow the yellow brick road to success
(I ain't playin' no games)
You know what I'm saying, class is in session now
Have a seat, come learn something
Had dreams of me tourin, I'm rocking Ralph Lauren
Last night I had a dream of me pulling up in foreigns
She say Yung Tray, my friend say "she like you"
A thick yellow red bitch but bald head like Caillou
Asked what's the timе, and I ain't finna play
It's real n***a time, girl its 4:38
N***as out to kill me, thеy want Yung Tray dead
So now when I slide, I got one in the head
Keep having nightmares of spirits, they keep on haunting me
Only thing you know pussy hoe, is what the fuck you gonna see
I fucked his bitch, now the fuck n***a wanna punish me
Bruh if its 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 them fuck it, pussy hoe, I'm fully paid in
Can't wait to call Kuhti and tell him that we made it
Young West Orlando, Florida n***a, plus I'm Haitian
On me that rachet, gon' make you scream hallelujah
It can get tragic, I'm posted up with some shooters
At Evans High School, I tried to fuck on my tutor
'Bout to say fuck it and stick them up with the ruger
Kid rockin', Tray rollin, Top be so legit
We whack some shit, I swear, won't leave no fucking evidence
Yellow brick road, Kuhti he's so intelligent
We ran it up, don't even remember being 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'm fucking since a jit, got expelled off with the shits
Teacher say I won't be nothing, I told that hoe go eat a dick
All my n***as on go, bout' West Orlando
In the pine hills, trap house where they whip they wrist in a bowl
These fuck n***as be hating, they energy be shady
All my Zoes, grab machetes, we posted up like Jason
I survived because the fire inside me burned brighter then the fire around me
Now flip the page lil' bitch, you half way to the yellow brick road
Find out where you live, and run up in your house
We ain't sparing kids, bitch get on the ground
Pistol to his face, please don't make a sound
Cuz if you move today, you won't make it out
Ducking from the cops, shit, gotta stick and move
(On my momma)
30 on the Glock, that bitch sang 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 n***a dicking bitches to the cross
(I beat her back in)
All of my n***as on go, no feelings trained to slice your throat
Follow the yellow brick road, Yung Tray just stick to the code
To all my dogs in the streets, Yung Tray just wanna see you shine
Sad I'm not living my dream, but everybody got they time
Had to cut some n***as off, they tried to play me like I'm stupid
How the fuck you my dog, when you don't even support my music?
Play tough guy, good luck, I got some people playing with fire
You tell me to pull up, walk down your hood, like Michael Myers
I'm patiently waiting, cuzzo praying for me to make it
These fuck n***as hating, Yung Tray life, they wanna take it
Glock got some hang 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 wit my city, this shit be turnt on the west side
I'm tryna see millions, before I motherfucking die
From western Orlando bitch, man you can't turn me down
Remember the yellow brick road jit, from here on stay on your grind
YBR, Congratulations, mission complete
