Intro - T.Y.G.

«Oh, I’m just trying to avoid comedowns as much as possible…

…(and how do you avoid them?)…

…just, do more drugs, basically…»

«TYG where you been?

TYG where you at?»

Blame it on the drugs

And that’s for anyone that asks

Tell your girl I ain’t leave

But I’m back

So all you local rappers tryna rap

That ain’t the gang it’s a wrap

All these mothafuckers trash

All these mothafuckers whack

Been running the city

Like a motherfuckin' track

I don’t ever slip, bitch

I don’t ever slack

Slid up in your girl

She was lookin' like a snack

I been chasin' hoes

Since the since fuckin' second grade

You was 20-years old

When you got to second base

I’m just talkin' facts

While you motherfuckers hate

Need a perc right now

Man I’m tryna catch a fade

When it comes to the God

Ain’t shit changed

Still the fuckin' same

Never fuckin' with these lames

Poppin' pills to kill the pain

TYG still the mothafuckin' name

Lauda on the beat

Comin' back with a backpack

Full of dub sacks

Roll it up and I don’t pass that

Come on homie where the hash at

Split a backwoods down and spill my guts where I ash at

208 that’s where I came from

From the *GUTTER* bitch yeah we came up

On some other shit

But always pouring up

All this purple shit

We gon' need more cups

I’m tired man

I’m nodding ‘cause I’m faded

Ask me where the Xans at

Bitch I ate ‘em

Yeah I was a zombie while we dated

We got warm bodies R-rated

I do this shit for me

For cars that got no keys

For ballin' with no lease

I’ma get it best believe

In this game I’ll never leave

You ask for snow you best say please

I’m so cold with no degree

And all these drugs, they all for me