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