I'm so happy, you um You know I looked at the and you know I at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions And I know damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas
of these rappers, tired of these jackers Tired of these by these fucking backpackers And I'm of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas I'm sticking to these bitches, cause I'm sick of all these I'm sick and tired of tryna survive, I'm tired of my environment I'm sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, when in my I'm sick and of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamonds Basically I'm tired of feeling and tired ASAP, in money makin' Manhattan Every nigga on my wanna be a Main Attrakion my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre If you them niggas then I'm polishin' the nadre And I'm coming to your casa for madre and padre Comprende? of these niggas been gay or they strange say I sound 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 down to Earth nigga, we could it a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, my team Come and take a sip me, take a sip with me
Once mister back selling crack It's an keeping real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, with no craze myself cause I don't think the world can relate To my surprise everyone does, so have of the other side don't live it they push play The illest alive, Harlem world to the Bay It feels good waking up to money in the Cause last year it was shoe box and I only write raps just to give you niggas Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a My album November, that's 20 years of memory And that's assuming I'mma live long If I don't, don't cry I ain't live that wrong an artist in a purest 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 down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, a hit with me on stage 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 like my enemy, I wanna bust 7 deuce, on the bus the boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust Tryouts, I'm tryna the bucks Purple and the green got me on So I 2 step, move my foot and it pushing Always back, got it keep the cushion And that's something fat, like eating all the ASAP we got it slap, good looking that, ASAP where I come from 456, Ice slums Weed in my pocket, coke in his Buying sweets, no more honey buns Fresh white tee, like 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 a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage the scene, I'm probably mixing lean with my niggas, with my team Come and a sip with me, take a sip with me
This go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little The little running around in the schoolyards, I love you Keep it good, keep it kids cause you know I love you, I'mma always love you,