I'm so happy, you um You I looked at the crowd and you know I at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions And I know that damn well, we are some mothafuckas
of these rappers, tired of these jackers Tired of these dances by these backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of niggas I'm to these bitches, cause I'm sick of all these sisters I'm sick and tired of survive, I'm sick tired of my environment I'm sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, in my climate I'm sick and tired of facade and all of your lying and all your diamonds Basically I'm tired of feeling sick and ASAP, born in money makin' Every nigga on my block wanna be a Attrakion Shout my nigga Squadda, my nigga Mondre If you disrespect them then I'm polishin' the nadre And I'm coming to casa for your madre and padre Comprende? Most of these been gay or they strange They say I sound Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max Little bit of Wiz, bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no I'ma down to nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, take a hit me on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my Come and a sip with me, take a sip with me
Once again mister back selling It's an honor real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampled with no Doubting myself I don't think the world can relate To my everyone does, so have faith of the other side don't live it they push play The young illest alive, Harlem to the Bay It feels waking up to money in the bank last year it was shoe box and lint I only write just to give you niggas hits Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a My album coming November, that's 20 of memory And assuming I'mma live that long If I don't, don't cry cause I live that wrong Just an artist in a form, I live that song An in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino
I'm in hood, you ain't got no ticket I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could it a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, my team Come and a sip with me, take a sip with me
Why fuss? I'd rather Treat her my enemy, I just wanna bust 7 deuce, on the bus Before the boys bend the corner, make a bust Tryouts, I'm tryna the bucks Purple and the got me on stuck So I 2 step, move my foot and it pushing bouncing back, got it keep the cushion And that's something fat, like all the pudding ASAP we got it slap, bruh looking that, ASAP where I come from 456, Ice slums Weed in my pocket, in his tongues Buying swisher sweets, no more buns Fresh white tee, bright the sun Only nigga round rocking
I'm in hood, you ain't got no ticket I'ma down to nigga, we could kick it Take a hit me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably lean with my niggas, with my team Come and take a sip with me, a sip with me
This go out to all the rappers, this go out to the darlings The little kids around in the schoolyards, I love you Keep it good, keep it good kids cause you I love you, I'mma love you, forever