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