Lyrics Yoda - Adrian Stresow

I might pull up in that 'yota
Feeling kinda like Yoda
Flex hard like yoga
You already know I told 'em
Wrist cold like a soda
I might fly to Minnesota
Working like I got motives
Put the team on my shoulders
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota

Ay, I run it like a marathon
Swinging for the fence, feel like Barry Bonds
Everybody wanna be my buddy, try to buddy up with me and play me like a pawn
Ain't nobody talking at my face, people only talk behind my back
You can say just what you gotta say but if you talking 'bout me say the facts
I'm really only one hit song away, I don't got the time to entertain the thought my goal too hard to be attained
Ain't nobody working at my pace
All I really gotta do is try, grinding for a minute; now it's time
You already know I got the drive, feel like I'm Jedi in my mind
Momma little worried 'bout my grades, but she knows I always find a way
In a year I'm gonna be okay, even with my sucky GPA
Everybody said that I was lame, until they understood I wasn't playing
I ain't down with taking any breaks, I found myself I'm never switching lanes

I might pull up in that 'yota
Feeling kinda like Yoda
Flex hard like yoga
You already know I told 'em
Wrist cold like a soda
I might fly to Minnesota
Working like I got motives
Put the team on my shoulders
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that 'yota

I might pull up in that 'yota
I might pull up in that all black
I might cop me a new phone just to have a reason not to call back
I would have a few more friends if everybody wasn't all whack
But imma focus on me and make sure the shows I'm doing get all packed
I remember when I was a kid, and everybody else was getting cars and everybody got it as a gift
But people like me had to work for ours
Shoutout to the homie Nicky B.,
We was down in Dallas rolling deep
Hustling, and making with the beats
I can't afford to do it all for free
No job, and I been going broke
But imma find a way, I gotta go
'Cause every time somebody told me "No" I never gave up holding on to hope
My entire team is finna eat, when I pop I gotta share the grub
It's sowed, it's almost time for me to reap
And if I win it's everybody's dough