Текст песни My Mode - Ysn Fab

Make a bitch think twice when she speak on my name
Got the heat on my side it spark heat like D-Wade
Don't know how I do it but they peep that I'm paid
I might as well keep her if she keepin' me laid
Could go for a trip like I'm weak in the legs
Spend a week in LA, see what deal I'mma take
Even when I was broke I still made my own plate
I'm not like them I ain't easy to break
Way I'm gettin' this bread it look easy to make

When I'm up in my mode can't be standing to close
I'm applying that pressure I plan to explode
The hate gettin' real I got talent fasho
Always kept to myself even family didn't know
I'mma be a rap star I got rhymes in my notes
Lookin' back on my life not a time that I chocked
Energy rare I ain't vibing with most
Really value my comfort ain't flying in coach
Tryna channel the hunger I had with nothing in my bank
When I do you favour all I need is thanks
Straight for the top talking bigger then Drake
Do it all on my ones don't need cash money gang
How you grinding for years but your pockets the same
In that wide body scat you is not in my lane
Way too blessed for to ever complain
You could never tell that I'm pushing through pain
Made it out poverty made momma prouder then ever
The reason I get what I want 'cause I live like it's now or its never
All in the effort
I'm diving in head first, I'm taking that risk
Treat you like nun won't be payin' for shit
I'mma need you swallow no naming the kids
Was nobody before now I'm famous and rich
Come to my ex she the craziest bitch

Make a bitch think twice when she speak on my name
Got the heat on my side it spark heat like D-Wade
Don't know how I do it but they peep that I'm paid
I might as well keep her if she keepin' me laid
Could go for a trip like I'm weak in the legs
Spend a week in LA, see what deal I'mma take
Even when I was broke I still made my own plate
I'm not like them I ain't easy to break
Way I'm gettin' this bread it look easy to make

I'm in love with that paper that guala
Nothing feel better then coming from nothing and poppin' ya collar
Protecting my energy circle got smaller
Life on the line for the dirtiest dollar
Was workin' and servin' that product
I couldn't afford no designer but now I rock Prada
Back to back when we ridin' Impalas
Ain't doing me wrong I'll stay solid
Ran up them figures I still want sum more
Covid got in the way of my come up, I should be on tour
Last year was poor
I was jackin' the store
In the mood for a kid not gon' wrap it no more
Smacking the floor feel the fire in my core
Won't take too long 'till I win an award
You gon' think YSN when you hear of the four
Tryna reach a level they ain't been before
In my city I'm the top dawg but to the world I ain't known yet
No famous rappers or ball teams all we really got is Go Jets!
Young nigga I was broke as hell rapping all the time seeing no cheques
Money good now pussy even better nowadays I got no stress

Make a bitch think twice when she speak on my name
Got the heat on my side it spark heat like D-Wade
Don't know how I do it but they peep that I'm paid
I might as well keep her if she keepin' me laid
Could go for a trip like I'm weak in the legs
Spend a week in LA, see what deal I'mma take
Even when I was broke I still made my own plate
I'm not like them I ain't easy to break
Way I'm gettin' this bread it look easy to make