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Tired these rappers, tired of these jackers | Tired of these dances by these backpackers | And I'm sick of all these hipsters
Tired these rappers, tired of these jackers Tired of these dances by these 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 tired of my environment I'm sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, when in my climate I'm sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamond I'm basically sick and tired of feeling sick and tired (ASAP) Born in money makin' Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a main attraction Shout my nigga? shout my nigga Madre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nadre And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and 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 I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a 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 Why don't ya come and take a sip with me Take a sip with me Once again Mr. Back selling crack It's the how to keep it real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampled with no craze Dousing 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 hits 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'm a 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 a purest form, I live that song, Bambi I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a 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 Why don't ya come and take a sip with me Take a sip with me Why fuss? I rather fuck, treat her like my enemy I just wanna bus, 7 deuce, waitin' on the bus Before the boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust Tryouts I'm tryna make the buss Purple and the green got me on stuck So I 2 step, move my foot and keep it pushin' Always bouncin' back, got it keep the cushion And that's somethin' fat, like eatin' all the puddin' ASAP we got it slap, bruh good lookin' Fuck that, ASAP where I come from 4 5 6, 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 nigger round here rockin michigan I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a 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 Why don't ya come and take a sip with me Take a sip with me
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