(Yung Lando go crazy)
Yesterday, I had nothing
Didn´t know whether I´d amount to something

I know a nigga with a body

Tryna add some more to his count (Kill, kill)
I know another nigga with a body
Paranoid every time he leave his house
Majority of niggas die with they guns
Just ´cause you got it don´t mean you gon´ pop it (Facts)
I hit a ho in Houston with the Rockets (That´s facts)
I hit a ho from Houston on the Roxys (Facts)
We don´t get high off the alphabet
Even though we take RPs
Got eighty-one G-Shocks on this Rollie
NBA game, project baby sittin´ floor seats (Yeah)
Last year, my tissue was covered in blood (Why?)
Yeah, I used to sit nosebleeds (Okay)
Hi-Tech red when I pee (Piss)
I ain´t tellin´ you to die, but don´t breathe (Miss)

I´m telling you bye, but don´t leave (Hit)
I´m a project baby like Peezy
Keep me a banger, Chris Breezy, ayy
I make this shit look easy, ayy
If she love me, I tell her to cut it the barber way
All of these rap niggas just like my sons, I ain´t get nothin´ for Fathers Day
Ten bands, twenty bands (Yeah), thirty bands, forty bands (Thumb through it)
Fifty racks (Thumb through it)
A hundred stacks (Yeah), double that (Triple that)

Yesterday, I had nothing
Didn´t know whether I´d amount to something
I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes
Only yesterday

And I´m going out cheap, only for yesterday (Yesterday)
I´m tryna fuck you today even though we met just yesterday
These niggas play when they ´round me, it feel like yesterday
Show me that who was just with me, I cut ´em off yesterday
I could´ve bought nine pairs in Ballys, but I bought some Amiri jeans
I told her she cannot suck my dick ´cause she just ate onion rings
We get more backends than a pregnant lady
I bought her YSL, but it´s all gucci just like Radric Davis
Baby bottles full of lean, gave them hoes to Poody for the trench babies

I rock the Cuban links even though the boy is a damn American
You shoot, no misses, give them niggas the blues like Sir Charles
I don´t think they get it
No misses, we give ´em the blues like Sir Charles
Can´t feel my face
Took twenty-one Percs today
And the red numb the taste
Still won´t get tired ´fore Kevin Gates
Bought so much Palm Angels, last night I saw Heaven gates
And now I´m young and getting money, but my girl´s not Reginae

Yesterday, I had nothing
Didn´t know whether I´d amount to something
I had holes in my shoes and in my clothes

Only yesterday