It's time to move onto a new level in life.... #danielmonroe #rap #yellowjacket #hiphop #change
Produced by Hamrah Beats
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(Intro)
I can't do this anymore. I'm tired of all these bullshit hands I've dealt. No more. No more of any of these fucking mistakes I've seen and made. Something has to be done here. Fuck being shy, fuck being a sissy. It's time for a change.
Explain to me why society never again feels like 20-08.
Gotta process my failed promises like there's no today.
I only pray to the Holy Mary, rosary gold chains with a portrait of Notre Dame.
I must enforce my voice and word cause this isn't Roe's way.
I ain't scared to say shit, but I'm scared of how true it is to say it.
So gullible and vulnerable to scams that take my cash, I panicked in the basement.
Biggie said you're nobody till somebody kills you, it reminded me of George Floyd.
You see?! That's the type of subject that I was hoping to avoid.
I am a Zoomer and I hate my generation too.
I hope these objective-lacking sensitive woke ass fucknuts get better education soon.
Aside from the technology induced chaos, I'm the wisest of them all.
But if they disrespect me, I throw kindness at the wall.
(Hook)
The lies, the threats, the curses, the addresses, the selfish made moments, it was all Yellow.
The fights, the flexes, the hurtful messages, the senseless cold hearted focuses, it was all Yellow.
I'm currently experiencing wars within both my families.
This tension keeps bouncing all around me like a trampoline.
I wanted to sell a fanfic, but the publishing company were fucking scumbags.
Now, I got emails hitting me up about it, my gut's saying where is the love and trust at?
My mom disowned my sister for worshipping the devil.
What does this all mean if she won't go into His temple?
But wait, equality for everything ain't evil, isn't it?
I don't know, man, I'm just so tired of being in the middle of all this shit!
She must be jealous of the food I bought, money I make, or the attention I paid.
Her careless ass doesn't wanna drive and she lost the profession she tried to gain.
As for school, I had one grant but everything else was straight from my pockets.
I haven't took a loan, never asked a favor, just made from grind profit.
Same for my car, my hard earnings, no jacking, bribing, and didn't rob it.
You should have left me alone, now I'm not afraid to drop you down a notch, you bitch.
Almost every morning, I see you eating while sitting in a corner.
Like you're forbidden to sit on a chair, being self aware of your own border.
Nothing but a college flunk out in her gothic punk blouse.
Now you owe me a lot of grip with interest from the tuition I fuckin' endowed.
Who the fuck is you to tell me that I can't get a girlfriend?
No room for you when you're on the streets or if the world ends.
The traumatic information I get becomes too explicit.
Seeing the devil's number gives me bad luck but that's superstition.
After I die, maybe everyone will be bumping to all of my shit.
Put my name on a bench, a brick, or a scholarship.
(Hook)
In '22, paranoia skyrocketed, I was prepping my mind to break.
At the end of the year, dermatitis got me shedding like a snake.
I've been developing more enemies than NBA YoungBoy.
These ladies kept blessing me with their feminine charms, I was a fun toy.
There wasn't any sunshine inside Yellow's world.
Combining pen powder and mic igniting power to blow down hurdles.
There was blood, women, and problems on Yellow's brick road.
99 is the main number, but he's got a biblical shitload.
There were shitty memories where I could have clapped back.
When he makes mistakes, he becomes a Yellow Jackass.
What is your poison? Grin or gin?
Getting angry while high is one of the benefits of smoking mids.
That druggy game can't wait, no wonder you wanna get on the sticks.
Form a colorful line and sniff every pixelated piece of shit.
Rip the guts of a ripgut veteran and what did that bring me?
A burned bridge so transparent, a sour taste, a bad victory.
Well, Julian is a junkie and David is a dealer.
Beef got rotten, I was hungry, I scraped it with a peeler.
After this shit, you will see a new me regardless of how or where I look.
Cause I didn't close this chapter, I ripped the pages out of the book.
(Hook)
9 сен 2024
