Yendé - Asylum Lyrics

Ain't no sentiment
I gotta eat and pave a way
Eli sending me some beats like they his throwaways
While I'm talking less
The universe start paying good
Never stopping 'till my Ma got trunk space in her hood
We the team
We out here mobbin' for these dividends
All progressors
We can't stand to sit and settle in
Walking off the runway
Get approached by many men
I'm a bit more silent
Spending my time in her head
Player hating, never me
I'll chill out on the island
Leaving stepping stones to greatness
Looking back on mileage
I can't be the one who starting problems for some clout
Niggas steady copping work
I'll smoke in my asylum
Hieroglyphics
Not prolic
Writing on the wall
With my nubian
I told her vent
She said it all
Staying fresh
But little sick
You see me roaming halls
Would've fucked her where she stood
But couldn't dodge the guards
Haven't seen her since
Probably cooling with her mans
We not basic
Fitting meditation in our plans
Wanna pick my brain
See the tattoo on my hand
I ain't tell her anything and I can see she mad
Catastrophic for the mission
Gotta fix it quick
Cause if I fuck up one more time
I gotta hit this lick
She gon' tell me that she like me just a little bit
But she on some basic shit
I'm lifting sediment
In the hands of fate
Never met this hoe in person
Starting off again
Know my mantras wasn't perfect
They wasn't perfect
And I need this service urgently
This succubus is gherkin me

Ain't no sentiment
I gotta eat and pave a way
Eli sending me some beats like they his throwaways
While I'm talking less
The universe start paying good
Never stopping 'till my Ma got trunk space in her hood
We the team
We out here mobbin' for these dividends
All progressors
We can't stand to sit and settle in
Walking off the runway
Get approached by many men
I'm a bit more silent
Spending my time in her head
Player hating, never me
I'll chill out on the island
Leaving stepping stones to greatness
Looking back on mileage
I can't be the one who starting problems for some clout
Niggas steady copping work
I'll smoke in my asylum
Hieroglyphics
Not prolic
Writing on the wall
With my nubian
I told her vent
She said it all
Staying fresh
But little sick
You see me roaming halls
Would've fucked her where she stood
But couldn't dodge the guards
Haven't seen her since
Probably cooling with her mans
We not basic
Fitting meditation in our plans
Wanna pick my brain
See the tattoo on my hand
I ain't tell her anything and I can see she mad
Catastrophic for the mission
Gotta fix it quick
Cause if I fuck up one more time
I gotta hit this lick
She gon' tell me that she like me just a little bit
But she on some basic shit
I'm lifting sediment
In the hands of fate
Never met this hoe in person
Starting off again
Know my mantras wasn't perfect
They wasn't perfect
And I need this service urgently
This succubus is gherkin me