Burial - Yogi, Moody Good

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

Hold up, this the game, it chose us

Pioneer, started on my corner like the cold crush

Had smokers linin' up the block like a gold rush

The sayin' «live fast and die young"is what they told us

The way that they mold us, perfect way that showed us

How to get money, fuck bitches off this nose dust

Showed me how to burn the block down before it slows up

Before the window of opportunity close up

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!)

And turned this bitch into a burial

Lookin' from the top floor, what would I stop for?

Still hear the crowd cheers, while I’m thinkin' encore

Flyin' on a Concorde, listening to Tom Ford

Frames match the song title, flyer than a Condor

Little niggas rhyme poor, poverty flows in ya

Part of beatin' hoes in, I am who you’re tryin' for?

I think not — Pusha, stay hot

The coupe’s got no roofs, forever they stay drop nigga

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

I came, I saw, I conquered, I balled

Yogi said get em so I got 'em all (Yuugh!)

And turned this bitch into a burial