I'm so happy, you um You know I at the crowd and you know I look at my fans, I look at their faces, expressions And I know that damn well, we are some partying
Tired of these rappers, tired of jackers of these 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 sick of my environment I'm sick and tired of deprived, I'm one of a kind, when in my climate I'm and tired 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 on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the And I'm coming to casa for your madre and padre Comprende? Most of these niggas gay or they strange They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, bit of Max Little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, bit of this, get off my dick
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no I'ma down to Earth nigga, we kick 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 take a sip with me, take a sip me
Once again mister back selling an honor keeping real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampled no craze Doubting myself cause I don't think the can relate To my surprise does, so have faith Half of the other side don't live it they play The young illest alive, Harlem to the Bay It feels good waking up to money in the last year it was shoe box and lint I only write raps just to 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 live that long If I don't, don't cry I ain't live that wrong Just an in a purest form, I live that song An in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit me, take a hit with me Ain't on behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my Come and take a sip with me, a sip with me
Why fuss? I'd fuck Treat her my enemy, I just 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, my foot and keep it pushing Always back, got it keep the cushion And something fat, like eating all the pudding ASAP we got it slap, bruh looking Fuck that, ASAP where I from 456, Ice slums Weed in my pocket, in his tongues Buying swisher sweets, no honey buns Fresh white tee, like the sun Only nigga round here
I'm in hood, you ain't got no ticket I'ma to Earth 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 Chilling my niggas, with my team Come and take a sip me, take a sip with me
go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little darlings The kids running around in the schoolyards, I love you it good, keep it good kids cause you know I love you, I'mma always you, forever