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25/09/2021

Demons



[Intro]
I just, I just live
I live day by day, fighting demons
 
[Verse]
I smoked away my brain, I think I’m going dumb
Cocaine up on my gums, I think they’re going numb
I’m having stomach pains, now I’m throwing up
Cause I’m a microphone fiend, give me the bass
Give me the beat, and let me lean, tap the vein, let it stream
Feel the pain, young Martin Luther King, with a dream
That one day that my team, we can make it with this rapping
Now we swagging, making money in Manhattan, trick, what’s happening?
They try to intellect with indirection just to test you
A rebel until my death, it’s in my flesh, it’s in my vessels
Fuck the clique you with, I’m finna fuck the bitch you next to
Fuck a metrosexual, suck a dick, I’m disrespectful
You know the kid get it, get-get sick spit
Clip spit quick split shit hit kids women
Oh, that’s your girl, huh? Well, I just hit it
It’s A$AP nigga, live with it, swag
 
[Chorus]
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they starting to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they starting to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
 
[Interlude]
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, let the beat chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, let the beat chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah, let the beat chill
Aw, yeah, aw, yeah
I'm a hipster by heart, but I can tell you how the streets feel
 
[Chorus]
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they starting to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
Demons posted all around me, I can't beat 'em all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
These evil thoughts, they starting to drown me
Lord, don't leave me all alone
Thinking 'bout you, thinking 'bout you, add it to your thoughts
 

25/09/2021

Trilla



[Intro: Sample]
One, two, umm
Buckle my, umm
 
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Pass the mothafuckin' Swisher, pour some mothafuckin' liquor
For my mothafuckin' niggas who ain't wit us, keep it trilla'
My gold teeth, my french braids, getting throwed since 10th grade
Wealth is in the mind, not the pocket, if that's the case, then I been paid
Herringbone chain, my gold frames, my Cartiers, you small change
You bitch made, I'm old school, like gem stars and switchblades
I spit game, I get paid, a pimp game
I be, I be that pretty muthafucka, A$AP is just my nickname
(I'm comin' down when I'm tippin' on them 4's
Cause we shittin' on these, shittin' on these niggas and these hoes)
Cause that purp shit I sip up, your bitch chose, you slipped up
I get-get my dick licked, I'm draped out, drip-dripped up
Top of the top of the line, all on my grind, purple be easin' my mind
We runnin', we runnin', we gunnin', we gunnin', we're gonna hit one at a time, time
Them bad bitches blow kisses by my earlobe
A weirdo but I'm real though
 
[Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy]
All these boppers wanna bop 'em, niggas wanna jock 'em
Not a red light or a city cop that can stop 'em
Going broke is not an option, always on that cash flow
She used to call me asshole, now she drop that ass low
Fuck it man I'm past dope, sour diesel slash coke
A$AP we the last hope, fuck it this my fast flow
I slow it down I pick it up, blue jeans I rip 'em up
That's swag bitch, you mad bitch, see you in my past bitch
I'm headed to the future, Twelvyy ain't no loser
Mixing up that syrup, call it Punky Brewster
I'm slurring wussup, don't tell me to shut up
I ain't tryna start shit, but man I'm really fucked up
I lucked up, I see it as a come up
I'm on my job man, I see you when the sun's up
Huh, young niggas run everything
A$AP to the top and these bitches love everything
 
[Verse 3: A$AP Nast]
God bless America, my flow is scarier
Style wild like my nigga Common after Erykah
Your bitch, I'm in bed with her, head so good
Make a nigga feel good to the point I wanna marry her
But I be on my pimping shit, check out my limp and shit
I be getting money, getting money, can you dig it, bitch?
Hoes get on my pimping ship all aboard, all aboard
East coast mothafuckas making all the noise, all the noise
I know you niggas heard of us, Raf Simon murderers
Fashion killa' word to Bigga Bars, I never heard of ya
Still sipping candy painted whips is what I'm sitting in
Kitchen chemist whipping up that shit that get these bitches in
New York Nasty flow, that's a little bit of crack mixed in with a fifth of Hen
Businessman, middle finger to your fucking business, man
Great adventure shit, rollercoasting take a flick of this
Motion picture shit, bitch I grind like a skater do
Always strive and prosper, Rock what level we gon' take it to?
 

25/09/2021

Brand New Guy



[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
You know us big mouth Harlem niggas don't know how to act
I got my West Coast connection
These dead in the street industry mothafuckas
Talkin' 'bout we can't eat, talking 'bout we brand new guys
Tell them niggas 'Suck a dick!'
 
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
I'm camo'd down to my boxers, gold teeth, a Bathing Ape
It's animals in my projects, like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper, I hold heat, bangers bang
(Let Chiquita speak) Bet it keep the peace, that Lil B, brrangadang
I don't care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my bandwagon, your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cuz niggas, what's cracking?
All my blood niggas, what's popping?
I ain't set tripping, I just happen
To know who click-clacking, you mismatching
Fuck swagging, you been jacking, fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon, my bitch drive it, my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit-chatting, see a nigga don't shit happen
I'm finna blow on that Bin Laden, so talk money, pig latin
(Suck my fuckin' dick, bitch!)
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys
[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
.345 be the big toy, now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Uh, clipped-up like I'm paranoid, high as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pull it off through the city like 'errt'
Seen that ho nigga like 'errr,' hopped up on a nigga like murk
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
He wouldn't be the first, cover him with dirt (Yeah, uh, shit)
Put him in the ground, he was down to Earth
A napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes, I'll teach you how to jerk
(Teach you how to jerk?) Swaggin' in my Js
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave (Pussy a rave)
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade (Yeah)
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out, shoulda made that ho bigger
Killing careers make these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
Equipped with a gat and a dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed, I'm digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, Netflix on your couch
What this popcorn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin'
You over there lovin'
That bitch be my stuffing, like, like we really be fucking
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Brand new clip, brand new nine
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me, meet the brand new guys
 
[Verse 3: Schoolboy Q & ASAP Rocky]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawers
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This mothafucka hold 15, slap that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch, I'm a boss, pulled up clean, don't you hear the exhaust?
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron on who I'm 'bout to fire on
Rap game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy, fuck you think I trap for?
Ridin' 'round with that mask on
Like a MAC attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard, clap on, clap off
Blue pit in my back yard, red nose my bad broad
Titan full of that hydro, pretty nigga, no catwalk
Big burner in your big mouth, pussy niggas suck lead off
I pull it up then skirt off, vodka shots, he smeared off
40 ounce of that Cristal, Rose, that Rick Ross
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross, mismatching, no jigsaw
No horseplay when we quick draw, pussy nigga get a tit job
Hands up, stick your mans up, your time's up, the new brand's up
Q!
 

25/09/2021

Purple Swag: Chapter 2



[Intro]
Smoke
Ty Beats (Ty)
 
[Verse 1: SpaceGhostPurrp]
Back in this bitch mothafucka', yeah it's me
SpaceGhostPurrp and I put your bitch to sleep
Me and my twin at it again with this phonk
Sipping on gin, living in sin, lean in the trunk
RIP to Screw, rest in peace to Pimp C
Shout out to the H and that fucking SUC
My fucking brain is purple, nigga
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (ASAP) (Swag, swag, swag)
I said
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
 
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
It be that pretty mothafucka' sipping that throwed
Gripping my pistol, my chrome
Hidden to hit you then splitting your wig into something
I spit it and flip it like Bone
Niggas ain't ready for the flow switch
Only Harlem nigga on his Bone shit
Tippin 4s since back in 06
Won't you see a nigga getting throwed bitch?
Two middle fingers to the showbiz
Cause they selfish in the showbiz
Cause they shelf kids and it's hopeless
Career dying quicker than a goldfish
I be the fly young fella (yeah!), Maison Martin Margiela (ugh)
Bitches Cinderellas under my umbrella, I go and tell her
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
I said
Everything is purple (Swag)
Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)
 
[Verse 3: A$AP Nast]
Ugh! All hell here, bitch it's Satan talking
Told her to take it off, give her the D, she take the offense
Skinny nigga balling, trip but never falling
Who said to make it rain (rain)? Bitch I make it pouring
I'm a cake-o-saurus, go study my nature
Big chain on me like Treach from Naughty by Nature
Fuck what you saying, no way
A hater don't faze a gangster
Brought up in danger, all about paper
Smoking on purple, bitch, I'm dangerous
Nasty crazy, 90s baby, momma I made it
Up to the sky, goodbye to the pavement
Hoes get caught in amazement
I'm stuck in my ways
So fuck 'em up, I fuck 'em and duck 'em for days
What more can I say? I'm chasing this paper
That's purple, nigga
 

25/09/2021

Get Lit



[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
I get so high, I touch the sky 'til I can't even function
I get so high, I fuck around and wanna leave the function
The only thing that's on my mind is I'm gon' leave with something
But it's nothing, and we roll one, with the 'tussin, and we gon' get
Get, get, get, get lit, lit, lit, lit
Get, get, get, get lit, lit, lit, lit
Get, get, get, get lit, lit, lit, lit
Get, get, get, get lit, lit, lit, lit
 
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
It's about to go down, drunker than a bitch
Afterparty with my niggas, slumber party with your bitch
Finna hit the lick, 10-56, takin' sips, let the syrup sit
Let it get to mix, every day we gettin' gettin' lit
That Purrp purp and I get lit, 'methazine, tell 'em sip this
I'm on that Memphis, that 666, Trip Six shit, bitches
A 50 box of them Swishers, gold slabs on them 6's
In the back seat full of bitches, tryna hit licks, we gon' get lit
 
[Chorus]
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit
[Interlude: Fat Tony]
Young niggas mayne, young nigga out here
Niggas staying in the trap, nigga
Niggas mad how a young nigga out here
Tryin to do his thang mayne, you know, pimp thing
Young player out here in these streets mayne
Tryna make this shit happen dawg
Young niggas ain't never understand
How we stay so throwed in this hoe, nigga
Niggas so throwed like we don’t know no better, nigga
We disobedient, nigga
Mama wanna grab the switch
We like 'Fuck that, nigga, we out here, mayne'
Coming down, coming live
 
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Just light the candle on the nightstand, sitting by the lotion
I got her open, got her floating off this purple potion
Just take a hit, no time to quit because you gotta smoke this
I gotta focus when I pour it cause it's kinda potent
(She like them all gold slugs) No diamonds on it
I chunk the deuce, I'm coming down and I be riding spokes and
I be that pretty mothafucka' and you got to know this, this
Now we gotta go get, get, now we gotta go get
 
[Chorus]
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
Get lit, get, get lit, get, get lit
We about to get lit
 
[Outro: Fat Tony]
Young nigga from the southside of H-Town
Fat Tony up in this bitch, fuckin' with A$AP Rocky in this bitch
Out in NY, Harlem in this bitch
You know how young niggas connect from state to state
Feeling great, nigga, puttin' it in ya face, nigga
Out in the morning making this shit happen dawg
Young niggas ain't never understand
How we stay so throwed in this hoe, nigga
Niggas so throwed like we don’t know no better, nigga
We disobedient, nigga
Mama wanna grab the switch
We like 'Fuck that, nigga, we out here, mayne'
Coming down, coming live
 

25/09/2021

Kissin’ Pink



[Chorus: Sample & A$AP Rocky]
Faded, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
Gots to come faded drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
F-F-Faded, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
Gots to come leaning, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
F-F-Faded
 
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
She's all that I need, I'm filling your cup up
With Sprite and codeine, she get me so high
But I'm down on my knees, was it your desire?
Your life or that lean? Wait a minute
Cause ain't shit changed, just a different day
This the kinda pain I just couldn't take away
Something like Wayne cause you couldn't feel your face
Is you in it for the feeling or the taste? Wait a minute
What's the mothafuckin' problem? Me and my niggas mob
Throwing up gang signs, fuck a goon and a goblin
Gold grill shining, don't ask me how I got 'em
Styrofoam cups with jolly ranchers at the bottom
[Chorus: Sample & A$AP Rocky]
Faded, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
Gots to come faded drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
F-F-Faded, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
Gots to come leaning, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
F-F-Faded
Ughm, wait a minute
 
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Hey and now I'm blowing hella smoke
Talking on my cellaphone and I got that purple on me
She sipping on my styrofoam cup
Telling me she wanna bone but I ain't got no condoms on me
She claiming I'm a Pimp C
Cause I'm sipping Big Moe when I'm on that Screw juice
She sip it 'til it's empty
Purple on the mustache, now it's time to screw you
And I wanna chop and screw you, girl
Moving like it's turtle time feeling like the world is my mine
And I be on my Fergenstein
I stay on my money grind then I'm going outta my mind
Flying through the purple sky
And I'm in a different world and you kinda look like Jasmine Guy
And I'm kissing on that pink juice, sipping on that pimp juice
 
[Chorus: Sample & A$AP Rocky]
She's all that I want
Faded, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
Gots to come faded drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
F-F-Faded, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
Gots to come leaning, drinking codeine and every fuckin day straight promethazine and
She's all that I want
F-F-Faded
Ughm, wait a minute
 
[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
You can smoke that weed
You can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
You can smoke that weed
You can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
You can smoke that weed
You can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
You can smoke that weed
You can sip that lean, get high
She's all that I want
Bitch
 

25/09/2021

Houston Old Head



[Intro]
Yeah, yeah
Alright
Yeah
 
[Verse 1]
Smoking rolling reefer up, I adjust the tweakers up
Break it, break it down, break it down so I can beat it up
Where the welcome back? Where the welcome mat? My sneaker tough
This is for my old head go on turn your speakers up
Rocky, where you been? I been tryna make my ends meet
So I can cop that Bathing Ape or Jeremy Scott or 10 Deep
Bottles full of Rose, riding in the Benz jeep
Blowing money fast, now I'm finna think I'm Big Meech
I met with my old head we sat for a while
We rolled a couple swishers, we chat for a while
I said I'm just on my grind I come to Houston all the time
He said what's been goin' down in your New York state of mind
Fine, you ever got days you feel like giving up
Like how you gon' eat when this gig is up
When the chips is down and the jig is up
But I don't give a fuck, roll another swisher up
Cause I just came here down South so I could get these pounds out
And move my mother nice somewhere closer than a townhouse
And my beats banging, kicking harder than a roundhouse
I spoke with my old head and this is what I found out
[Chorus]
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
 
[Verse 2]
Now my old head old age bald head rogaine
Code red codeine, nose red cocaine
Pimpin bitches since lemon chicken shrimp lo mein
Gold chains afros platforms soul train
And he told me 'bout that rapping trapping in the old days
When Pac hung with Suge before that rat tat tat tat nose rings
And I'm so high I could fuck around and grow wings
And we sipping on something purpler than Soul Plane
We sip slow, slow swing, tip foes, and chrome wings
Told me I should head home and do my own thang
Then I heard my phone rang, hold up that's my old dame
Pick it up I hit you back, miss me and I miss you back
She said Harlem miss you too and they can't wait to get you back
You should come on home leave the drugs alone and stick to rap
Just don't come back flossin' 'cause that type of shit'll get you clapped
 
[Chorus]
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
 
[Outro]
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
Life is just a bitch, a bitch is like a ho
Hoes want the money, money come and goes
Friends turn to foes, foes they be fake
If you listen when ya old head talkin' you'll be straight
 

25/09/2021

Acid Drip



[Verse]
Feeling outta place, plus it's getting kinda late
Tryna make it home safe and not get raped, where you live?
Tina tummy ache, Gina got the funny face
Mona's sniffing dope, so her dome is leaning on your rib
I bet you wish you had a Benz cause you just helped your friends
Flag a taxi, now you walking not too far from your crib
Craving for an acid tablet for your satisfaction
Said you feeling flabbergasted, you just had to have it
Made your way to 7th Ave, flagged a yellow cab
Now you need an upper fast to help your mellow swag
Black kid, french braids and he keep the potent
Hold ya purse don't trust him cause his teeth is golden
Dice rolling reefer blowing in the streets he smoking
Blowing weed while police patrolling
Acid strips, purple drink you can have a sip
Have a fix of this acid drip
 
[Chorus]
Hands on her thighs, kiss on the lips
Eye for an eye, drip for a drip
I get ya high, please don't forget
I can supply the fix for ya trip
Hands on her thighs, kiss on the lips
Eye for an eye, drip for a drip
I get ya high, please don't forget
I can supply the fix for ya trip
 

25/09/2021

Leaf (Take 1)



[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
'I'm so happy, you know um
You know I looked at the crowd and you know
I look at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions
And I know that damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas'
 
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas
I'm sticking to these bitches, cause I'm sick of all these sisters
I'm sick and tired of tryna survive
I'm sick and tired of my environment
Sick and tired of feeling deprived
I'm one of a kind, when in my climate
Sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and your diamonds
Basically, I'm tired of feeling sick and tired
A$AP, born in money makin' Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion
Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre
If you disrespect them niggas, then I'm polishin' the nine-trey
And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and your padre
Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
They 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 dick
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'mma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me, take a hit with me
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean
Chilling with my niggas, with my team
Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me
 
[Verse 2: Squadda B]
Once again, Mister Back Selling Crack
It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map
Street raps, new face, sampled with no credits
Doubting myself cause I don't think the world can relate
To my surprise everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it they push play
The young illest alive, Harlem world to the Bay
It feels good waking up to money in the bank
Cause last year it was shoe box and lint
I only write raps just to give you niggas hints
Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November, that's 20 years of memory
And that's assuming I'mma live that long
If I don't, don't cry cause I ain't live that wrong
Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song
An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'mma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me, take a hit with me
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean
Chilling with my niggas, with my team
Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me
 
[Verse 3: Mondre M.A.N]
Why fuss? I'd rather fuck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
Seven deuce, waiting on the bus
Before the boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust
Tryouts, I'm tryna make the bucks
Purple and the green got me on stuck
So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushing
Always bouncing back, got it keep the cushion
And that's something fat, like eating all the pudding
A$AP we got it slap, bruh good looking
Fuck That, A$AP where I come from
456, Ice City slums
Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues
Buying swisher sweets, no more honey buns
Fresh white tee, bright like the sun
Only nigga round here rocking Мишка
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'mma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me, take a hit with me
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean
Chilling with my niggas, with my team
Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me
 
[Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard]
'This go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little darlings
The little kids running around in the schoolyards, I love you
Keep it good, keep it good kids cause you know I love you
I'mma always love you, forever'
 

25/09/2021

Roll One Up



[Chorus]
Let me know, know what's up
Before I roll, roll one up (Yeah)
Let me know, know what‘s up (Yeah)
Before I roll, roll one up (Yeah)
I been rolling up that reefer got me high
I been rolling up that weed, it got me high
I been rolling up sativa got me high (High)
I been rolling all week, it got me high (High)
 
[Verse 1]
Puff puff pass take a drag just don't steam it tho
Smoking on that captain kush, this shit is unbelievable
My shit come from Mexico, yeah I got that dimelo
Mama said leave weed alone but I think I need it
Oh, oh, niggas getting throwed, oh-oh, we blowing purple smoke
Oh, oh, the kush and purple haze, oh-oh, we flying paper planes
Cause I'm always talking fly shit fashion be the topic
That's why all these hoes wanna hop and jump on my dick
Then she looked at me and said how lower can your eyes get?
Let me know who's chipping in this before I cop it
 
[Chorus]
Let me know, know what's up
Before I roll, roll one up
Let me know, know what’s up
Before I roll, roll one up
I been rolling up that reefer got me high
I been rolling up that weed, it got me high
I been rolling up sativa got me high
I been rolling all week, it got me high
 
[Verse 2]
Rotation is like basketball blunts is going back and forth
Niggas mixing hash and dro with cinnamon that's applesauce
Show this what you asking for liquor is my last resort
Steaming niggas grab the torch then puff puff pass it off
Uh, and tell me what you think about it
I been getting high, I'm tryna get a drink around it
Now my high is higher than it's ever been
I'm so mothafuckin' high, I think I might never land
They be talking crazy but I been rolling hazies up
I been having like a 20, 40 then that 80 bucks
Man I come through get that Mercedes truck and then them ladies fuck
They already know we got them blunts and we blazing up
 
[Chorus]
Let me know, know what's up
Before I roll, roll one up
Let me know, know what’s up
Before I roll, roll one up
I been rolling up that reefer got me high
I been rolling up that weed, it got me high
I been rolling up sativa got me high
I been rolling all week, it got me high
 

25/09/2021

Out of This World



[Verse]
Get money addict, I'mma get 'Money' tatted
Money in the attics, money in the stashes
Money in the cabinets, stuffed in the mattress
Safe full of guns, more money up in that shit
Taz Arnold TI$A, Jeremy Scott Adidas
Maison Martin Margiela, three strap sneakers
Riding with a leecher, student and a teacher
It's money over bitches, no room for a skeezer
Thinking of a Lambo, Bathing Ape camo
Play with the money, turn Rocky into Rambo
Patience is a virtue, life is a handful
Friends, they'll hurt you, learned that from my grandfolks
Me under a lamp post while I got my hands closed
Haze to my brains like eggs, got it scrambled
Yeah I feel Rihanna and I understand Hov
What you think I rap for? To push a fucking Land Rove?
Now I'm looking back when you said I shouldn't rap
Some slept on me, other niggas took a nap
Now I'm in the basement, probably cooking crack
Gave you teaspoons full but instead, you took a cap
They say Tyga and Diggy but Rocky been Jiggy
Curren$y from the Wiz ain't enough to get me home
Can't really hate when they compare me to Drake
Could have been J. Cole if I met J-Hov
(Who dat? ASAP) But I'm fly like I never left
You's a lie, like fly without the letter F
If hip hop is dead, fuck it, let it rest
Reincarnated through me when she resurrect
Long hair, Blue jeans, live on U-Stream
High top boots like Pac in a Juice scene
No, it ain't a movie, diamonds in by new gleam
Dead tone cause the redbones is my new thing
Nigga, I do things, let the coupe sing
Niggas say I'm insane, Saddam Hussein
Niggas still jokers, me, I'm on my Bruce Wayne
Fly kicks, my shit, yeah, I'm on that Liu Kang
I ain't bragging but I do this, my shoes is Bermudas
I'm bougie in that Gucci but my nudies is my newest
And your foolishness and rumors, I give two shits
I only hear the money, save the bullshit for the q-tips
Swag is the coolest, my bitch is the rudest
My jeweler is Jewish and my wrist is the bluest
And I get it poppin' on the block like Whoo Kid
ASAP standing on the block like the new kids
 

25/09/2021

Black Tux, White Collar



[Intro: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
Know what I'm sayin'
Know what I'm sayin'
Got jealous of a nigga and shit, tryna…
Check it out, whole lot of jewelry
Tryna surpass me, real shit
Mob ties, nigga
Clams Casino, nigga
I don't do all that talking, nigga
A$AP
Buh-buh-buh
A$AP, nigga, the fuck you talkin' 'bout?
Meet me at the finish line, you dig?
Check it out
Phew
Beep
 
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I say motherfuck you niggas for the hate that you investin' (Yeah)
Fuck police 'cause he probably wanna arrest me (Check it out)
Fuck the prison system, this injustice wasn't justified (Uh, slatt)
All black tuxes, get the white collars jealous like (What? What? Hold on)
All my role models either dead or in the pen'
I had no choice to be the nigga that I am
Stuck with bros, stuck the code (Yeah)
'Cede emblem on the fender (Yeah, yeah)
Couple fans in the hood I got no choice but to vent
Going in front to back
At events, fuckin' packed
With the hits back to back
With the gas from the back
Gold on gold, platinum plaques (Uh)
On the road after that (Yeah)
She on a pole on a roll (Hold on, hold on)
Make it clap, bring it back (Hold on, yeah)
Real bitches, where you at?
Real niggas, where you at?
Makin' niggas send a couple, real niggas, where you at though?
How could I not be negative when I don't trust my relatives? (Bitch)
Niggas want settlements and bitches want like seven kids (What?)
 
[Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
Fuck fake people, I'ma go ahead and address it (Fuck 'em)
Fuck you too just because you never said it (Yeah)
God hate evil, you just blowin' all your blessings (A$AP, you know what I'm sayin'? A$AP)
Black tux, white collar formal on the wedding (Check it out, yeah)
 
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
Time to divorce (Time to divorce)
Line up the courts (Line up the courts), yeah
Tuxedo
Don't try to support them, uh
Don't try to support, uh (Know what I'm saying)
When it start to go off (A$AP, nigga)
Come fuck with your boy, uh, uh (Yeah, hold up)
 
[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
I'ma shine through it all
Shine and all
Takeoff, lightyear (Buh-buh)
Shootin' star (Beep)
Shine and all (Beep)
Shine and… (Yeah)
All (Hold on)
 
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti]
To the cathedral, tux like I'm married (Tux on like I'm married)
Don't got a ring on but it feel like I'm married (Ring on my finger)
To the cathedral, tux like I'm married (Like I'm married, yeah)
Know when that ring involved, know that it married (Yeah)
Fuck views and opinions
I'm willin' to die, seemin' to shake off the image
But when I'm inside pretendin' to smile
I feel the same high from the vengeance (Check it out)
I mean, I know we're both grown, like who are we kiddin'?
Goodbye to the correct way
The picket fences, kids in the kitchen
Stuck in this world, I feel lost
I'm feelin' trapped in my thoughts (Yeah)
I don't know who to trust (Yeah)
Just got my word and my balls (Yeah)
This is hell in a hole
I know this the life that we chose
But lovin' the life that we livin'
We'll make it in the beginnin'
Save me the tux
Save me the tux for the endin' (Save me the tux, save me)
Endin'
 

25/09/2021

Purity



[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
I've been busy (Busy, busy)
I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin'
I've been all kinds of busy, or sorta kinda busy
Like shorty is we fuckin'? Well if not then fuck it
Apologies to the fam, we thought we ducked 'em
Said I was in a rush but I was busy rushin'
It's busy shit, busy that, busy this
And I need a minute (Hold on)
 
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, A$AP Rocky, and Frank Ocean]
See this what that voice in your head says
When you try to get peace of mind
'I gotta find peace of mind' (Ooh, going to find)
'I gotta find peace of mind' (I'm going to find)
'I gotta find peace of mind' (Yeah)
 
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
Spendin' time spinnin' out toward a desire that wasn't pure
Born before the virus was cured, pitch perfect, violins on the floor
Fast forward, linings on my skull
This the type of design I could afford
Fast forward, bands out
Got they hands out like they acknowledgin' the Führer
I rewind, Nas track 6, rewind dance crazes
Read my mind, freed my mind, feed my mind, makes sense
Just like mirrors on the wall, just like sittin' on me
Raw in mirrors seen it all, could make two, a piece of mind
Flickin' ash, pourin' a half, don't pour in a glass
Pour it in foam, this white got eggshells in my omelet
My earlobes, they yellow like the yolk is runnin'
Brain on drugs, I still ain't got no peace of mind, fuck
Woof, woof—dogs in the place, loose tooth—lost in the fray
Roof lost on the Wraith, roof lost on the way
Freeway, no Rozay, brute force, Brüt champagne
Tell the front desk to cut new keys
Reserved in the Mercer for two years, in two suites
Took out the bed like it's fuck sleep
I'll smack a bitch like it's hot hands
Fired the label like fuck brands
Comfortable low nigga, fuck Xans
Comfortable slow, who the fuck ran
Nothin' is sweet, nothin' in tank sweet, it's just a tank P
Salt on a slug, soda on slugged teeth, chewing on nothing
You're tweakin' or somethin', you're reachin' for somethin'
You're speakin', speak up then, you're thinkin', you’re overthinkin'
One blink and I'm pre-cummin'
That could turn every no one into someone
 
[Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Frank Ocean and A$AP Rocky]
'I gotta find peace of mind' (Ohh, do do, do do, oh)
'I gotta find peace of mind' (Oh, oh)
'I gotta find peace of mind' (Oh, oh)
'I gotta find peace of mind' (You make my desire pure)
'I gotta find peace of mind' (You make my desire pure)
I just need peace of mind for my purity
'You make my desire pure, just tell me'
'You make my desire pure, just tell me'
 
[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky and Lauryn Hill]
Memories burn the roaches
Cheer Hennessy for my old heads
Amphetamines for the dosage
Keepin' me up and focused
Jewelry cloth, my gold caps
NY throwback like the old Fab
'I'm undone because'
Lost in the Google Maps in your iMac, think my phone tapped
Hold up, hold that (Hold on, my nigga, hold that—) thought
Nigga, pour up soda, nigga, hold that cough, tryna hold back
The call had dropped when the FaceTime paused, don't call back
Can't cope when your heart broke
Soft-spoken, roll somethin', cop somethin', Narco
Saint like Joan of Arc, bro, ring barcode
Two of everything, should have been to blame when Noah's Ark broke
Two more drinks of everything before the bar closed
Face-to-face with my demons at a barstool
Haven't checked on my niece in weeks
Months past and months in between since me and my sister would speak
Not a call or visit in weeks
Lost nothin' since September
Last seen her September '16
Man it feels like
'I'm undone because'
Lose someone every release, it feels like the curse is in me (A$AP)
Press is gone and I grief, I share with you my peace
 
[Outro: Lauryn Hill]
'I'm undone because—'
'I'm undone because—'
 

22/02/2019

Goldie

[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 
[Verse 1]
Let's take it to the basics, you in the midst of greatness
My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces
Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist
I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it
A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement
I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest
Somehow it seems girls in they late teens
Remind me your favorite jeans cause they naked cause you famous
Life's a mothafucka, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us
So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless
You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless
It's just me, myself, and I and mothafuckas that I came with
Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me
Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G
Low key, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 
[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 
[Verse 2]
Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink?
It feel good wakin' up to money in the bank
Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink
And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank
Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link
And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink
Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank
What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink
You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state
Man on the moon, got a condo out in space
Open up your legs, tell me how it taste
And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, 'Tell it to my face'
Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick
In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits
I'm the shit, niggas mad cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags
Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass
 
[Chorus]
I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough
Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold
Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes
And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes
Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw
Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw
Party like a cowboy or a rockstar
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off
 
13/11/2018

Pussy, Money, Weed

[Verse 1]
All I think about is life, nights, sippin' on Sprite
Little codeine, nigga get throwed right
Two blonde dykes wanna kiss all night
I just pray to God that the shit go right
Little ugness in the fist, don't fight
Fuck a dog ho and the bitch gon' bite
A$AP nigga, sip Cris all night
So them R Kelly hoes gettin' pissed on twice
Damn, how a young nigga get so nice
Young nigga cold like he sit on ice
Fuck broke, tryin' to be rich all life
I could've been a criminal and just rolled dice
My nuts hangin', my top back
Hoes screamin' that Pac back
Throwin' Westside, bandana tied
A$AP life, gotta Pac tat
Harlem world my whole block strapped
Hoes all in my jock strap
My whip white but my top black
And my bitch white, but my cock black
Purple drink, got that
Tell these hoes all to twerk somethin'
Bounce on me, bitch, hurt somethin'
Tell her pop that pussy like it's worth somethin'
So shawty, she a stunna and daddy, he a runna
Be that pretty mothafucka, you could call me what you wanna
Cause I'm in love with that ass, she in love with the cash
So she shakin' it fast and then makin' the stacks
And I'm takin' it back and I'm takin' her back
To the house just to bust in her mouth and I'm kickin' her out
 
[Pre-Hook]
How ‘bout me and you, and you and her
Take a ride to make this high
On and on and on and on
On and on and on and on
So I say
 
[Hook x4]
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Y-yeah)
Pussy, money, weed (Yeah)
That's all a nigga need (Y-yeah)
 
[Verse 2]
Uh, smokin' out, pourin' up
Purple drink up in my cup
Bitches actin' Hollywood
In my hood they wanna fuck
Purple stuff, yellow tusk
Yellow stuff look like a bus
She look like the type to front
But most likely the type to fuck
Make a buck, catch a nut
This shit be that trill livin'
Show you how the trill get it
Nigga, Pimp C gone, but he still livin'
Cause I'm still sippin' and my grill's glistenin'
Got me gold grills, shinin' and I'm still tippin'
Cause I'm still pimpin', but it feel different
Cause it's trill pimpin', nigga deal with it
That's all a nigga need, that's all a nigga need
Got a bitch up on my shoulder, got another on my sleeve
I said these bitches know my steeze
WV's, weak in the knees
Got them bitches movin' them keys
Rollin' the weed, duckin' them G's
Got a bad bitch from Belize, another overseas
If she don't wear no weave, then her hair down to her knees
Got my wifeys smokin' trees, my bad bitch on that E
But that pussy, money, weed, shit that's all a nigga need
 
[Pre-Hook/Hook x4]
 
23/08/2018

Praise The Lord (Da Shine)

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Get it
Text a message, I don't know the number
Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle
Steady taking shots, but never hurting numbers
Even then, y'all don't worry nothin'
And I'd like to give a shout-out to my niggas with a game plan
And shout-outs to all my niggas with escape plans
Uh, twenty bands, rain dance
We could either rain check or we can make plans
Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll this
It's time to go, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels
Locked and loaded, diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on 'em
You'd think I'm jumping out the window how I got 'em open
Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over
Sometimes I even stop the smoking when it's time to focus
My shades, Dior, my pants, velour
Create, explore, expand, conquer
 
[Chorus: Skepta]
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
 
[Verse 2: Skepta]
Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (yeah)
I listened to X, I peeped the bars (yeah)
The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs
The game's a trap, protect your heart (yeah)
I waited in line, return, refine
The new design, it's time to shine
To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine
I hustle, I flex, the world is mine
So please believe, allow the greaze
These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze
I make the devil go weak the knees
You hate, you're lame, your loss
 
[Chorus: Skepta]
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
 
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Skepta]
Uh, she came, I came, now what's my name?
My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain
They know it's me, the hat and the shades
They heard my voice and they ran to the stage
My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babes
My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left
The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex
Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless
 
[Chorus: Skepta]
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours
I came, I saw, I came, I saw
I praise the Lord, then break the law
I take what's mine, then take some more
It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours