Yanagi - New Orleans Lyrics

Pushin' inna Civic I got 12 on me
Always
Tuck it in the car seat
Tryna kick the habit puffin' on Biscotti
God please, help me to be godly
Like golly, it's been pourin'
New Orleans
Tryna whip a foreign, in orange, tourin'
Tryna put my foot down been on the trees ornaments
They been hating on the kid
I been going all in
Ayo jack where you been?
Had to disappear and make an entrance once again (Yeah)
Album on the way but y'all ain't ready for it yet (Huh)
Album on the way but y'all ain't ready for it
Hold up, wait
Beasting
Sicker than a bee sting
Tryna cop the whip that you ain't gotta put the keys in
In the meantime, in the hooptie and I'm speeding
Do it for the days I ain't have it, couldn't pull up i was feeting
Ride away
She wanna ride away
I had to find a way
I had to lean to God
I had to read and pray
I had to seem okay
I had to learn the Word
Now I don't see the same
You knew the Creator, wrote you a manual
Why would you not go and read the thing?
Why do they sleep on the gang?
Eager to hate
Listen to me and then recreate
Y'all just fake, y'all just bite
3.5 Wood like gpa
Y'all tryna ball like y'all EA
I see a little of me in the way, that you talk, the way that you act
(YO?!) Relax, your secret is safe like
Pushin' inna Civic I got 12 on me
Always
Tuck it in the car seat
Tryna kick the habit puffin' on Biscotti
God please, help me to be godly
Like golly, it's been pourin'
New Orleans
Tryna whip a foreign, in orange, tourin'
Tryna put my foot down been on the trees ornaments
They been hating on the kid
I been going all in
I been going all in
Working till the morning
Can't be slipping in these streets they don't never salt them
Sick of never having none to offer at the offering
Boutta run off on the store like McCauley Culkin
I need to reset
I got a lot on my bean since
I done got back on the weed now
I dont even feel my feelings
So I
Forget em
All black denim
Plans can't takeoff
the weed offset em
Fiending, feel like I need it
I done been weeded, I ain't been reading
Breathe in, demons, I need Ephesians
I need an Elijah Elisha bond
We don't have kings, we don't have queens
Still I been living like I am a pawn
Trying to unlearn what science taught
Run to the Father and lie in the lawn
I gotta riot, I gotta try it and feel what it feel like to break out the box
We done been trapped and tricked, we trap and flip
And know what to say to the cops
I done been drinking and rolling up thinking a lot, on how to escape the locks
Dont know how to say it to you, I say it to God
He know if you fake or not
Pushin' inna Civic I got 12 on me
Always
Tuck it in the car seat
Tryna kick the habit puffin' on Biscotti
God please, help me to be godly
Like golly, it's been pourin'
New Orleans
Tryna whip a foreign, in orange, tourin'
Tryna put my foot down been on the trees ornaments
They been hating on the kid
I been going all in

Pushin' inna Civic I got 12 on me
Always
Tuck it in the car seat
Tryna kick the habit puffin' on Biscotti
God please, help me to be godly
Like golly, it's been pourin'
New Orleans
Tryna whip a foreign, in orange, tourin'
Tryna put my foot down been on the trees ornaments
They been hating on the kid
I been going all in
Ayo jack where you been?
Had to disappear and make an entrance once again (Yeah)
Album on the way but y'all ain't ready for it yet (Huh)
Album on the way but y'all ain't ready for it
Hold up, wait
Beasting
Sicker than a bee sting
Tryna cop the whip that you ain't gotta put the keys in
In the meantime, in the hooptie and I'm speeding
Do it for the days I ain't have it, couldn't pull up i was feeting
Ride away
She wanna ride away
I had to find a way
I had to lean to God
I had to read and pray
I had to seem okay
I had to learn the Word
Now I don't see the same
You knew the Creator, wrote you a manual
Why would you not go and read the thing?
Why do they sleep on the gang?
Eager to hate
Listen to me and then recreate
Y'all just fake, y'all just bite
3.5 Wood like gpa
Y'all tryna ball like y'all EA
I see a little of me in the way, that you talk, the way that you act
(YO?!) Relax, your secret is safe like
Pushin' inna Civic I got 12 on me
Always
Tuck it in the car seat
Tryna kick the habit puffin' on Biscotti
God please, help me to be godly
Like golly, it's been pourin'
New Orleans
Tryna whip a foreign, in orange, tourin'
Tryna put my foot down been on the trees ornaments
They been hating on the kid
I been going all in
I been going all in
Working till the morning
Can't be slipping in these streets they don't never salt them
Sick of never having none to offer at the offering
Boutta run off on the store like McCauley Culkin
I need to reset
I got a lot on my bean since
I done got back on the weed now
I dont even feel my feelings
So I
Forget em
All black denim
Plans can't takeoff
the weed offset em
Fiending, feel like I need it
I done been weeded, I ain't been reading
Breathe in, demons, I need Ephesians
I need an Elijah Elisha bond
We don't have kings, we don't have queens
Still I been living like I am a pawn
Trying to unlearn what science taught
Run to the Father and lie in the lawn
I gotta riot, I gotta try it and feel what it feel like to break out the box
We done been trapped and tricked, we trap and flip
And know what to say to the cops
I done been drinking and rolling up thinking a lot, on how to escape the locks
Dont know how to say it to you, I say it to God
He know if you fake or not
Pushin' inna Civic I got 12 on me
Always
Tuck it in the car seat
Tryna kick the habit puffin' on Biscotti
God please, help me to be godly
Like golly, it's been pourin'
New Orleans
Tryna whip a foreign, in orange, tourin'
Tryna put my foot down been on the trees ornaments
They been hating on the kid
I been going all in