A$AP Rocky - Leaf
I'm so happy, you know umYou know I looked at the crowd and you knowI look at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressionsAnd I know that damn well, we are some partying mothafuckasTired of these rappers, tired of these jackersTired of these dances by these fucking backpackersAnd I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggasI'm sticking to these bitches, cause I'm sick of all these sistersI'm sick and tired of tryna survive, I'm sick tired of my environmentI'm sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, when in my climateI'm sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamondsBasically I'm tired of feeling sick and tiredASAP, born in money makin' ManhattanEvery nigga on my block wanna be a Main AttrakionShout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga MondreIf you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nadreAnd I'm coming to your casa for your madre and padreComprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strangeThey say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of MaxLittle bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dickI'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticketI'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick itTake a hit with me, take a hit with meAin't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing leanChilling with my niggas, with my teamCome and take a sip with me, take a sip with meOnce again mister back selling crackIt's an honor keeping real nigga music on the mapStreet raps, new face, sampled with no crazeDoubting myself cause I don't think the world can relateTo my surprise everyone does, so have faithHalf of the other side don't live it they push playThe young illest alive, Harlem world to the BayIt feels good waking up to money in the bankCause last year it was shoe box and lintI only write raps just to give you niggas hitsEvery verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimneyMy album coming November, that's 20 years of memoryAnd that's assuming I'mma live that longIf I don't, don't cry cause I ain't live that wrongJust an artist in a purest form, I live that songAn artist in the purest form, I live that song, BambinoI'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticketI'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick itTake a hit with me, take a hit with meAin't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing leanChilling with my niggas, with my teamCome and take a sip with me, take a sip with meWhy fuss? I'd rather fuckTreat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust7 deuce, waiting on the busBefore the boys bend the corner, tryna make a bustTryouts, I'm tryna make the bucksPurple and the green got me on stuckSo I 2 step, move my foot and keep it pushingAlways bouncing back, got it keep the cushionAnd that's something fat, like eating all the puddingASAP we got it slap, bruh good lookingFuck that, ASAP where I come from456, Ice City slumsWeed in my pocket, coke in his tonguesBuying swisher sweets, no more honey bunsFresh white tee, bright like the sunOnly nigga round here rocking МишкаI'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticketI'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick itTake a hit with me, take a hit with meAin't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing leanChilling with my niggas, with my teamCome and take a sip with me, take a sip with meThis go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little darlingsThe little kids running around in the schoolyards, I love youKeep it good, keep it good kids cause you know I love you,I'mma always love you, forever
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