A$AP Nast - Ignorance lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Nast] Uh, they tell me ignorance is bliss But who the f** this ignant' n***a is? That's Nasty baby b**h, I'm on that ignant' n***a sh** And if a n***a b**h with it I'll be in the crib hittin' Couch-side eatin' popcorn with my socks on 40-cal, drink in my hand, bumpin' a 'Pac song Say that sh** that's bogus and you n***as know it Hey n***a quit your Hocus Pocus you belong in circus How you clown rappers 'posed to shine when the lights is broken? I find your circuit breaker open, I decide to blow it Uh, you rappers ain't spitters anyway I'll splatter your favorite rapper and k** him any day I say that sh** with plenty save I'm a dog my n***a and I've seen plenty days I have my days my n***a But I'm still stuck up in my ways my n***a, I never change [Hook 1: A$AP Nast] Nasty baby crack in the sack '90s n***a I never change, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby Ignant' n***a, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby This ignant' n***a, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby I never change, you rappers ain't spitters anyways Ignant' n***a, Nasty Baby, Nasty Baby I have my days my n***a But I'm still stuck up in my ways my n***a, I never change [Verse 2: A$ton Matthews] They tell me ignorance is bliss, but who the f** is ignant'? That's looney gangster Mac-11, what's the quickest path to heaven? Xanax or this .357 that's my only question I'm on the edge of a refill Thinkin: if these d** don't get me then the streets will No big deal I ain't new to the bodies droppin' for cheap thrills Riddin' since the Big Wheels, with the hot fries Them Hush Puppies, no [?], we cross t's and dot i's You cross lines, your knots bigger than Popeyes Make you slap the taste out your momma mouth Think twice 'fore you look once I pop-pop pa pop-pop, them brains turn to fruit punch I'm in that bag again, Mini Van Damme man Con man's jumpin' out the body-bag they had me in How you k** a k**er? I'm a lil k**er Meets Curtis Jackson, a lil dealer, n***a ain't nothin' iller I spit in your shades, red rag wrapped on my face Tec on the waist, a couple pints stashed in the safe Since free lunch had them brown bags stacked for the case I said I would change, I guess I'm just stuck in my ways [Hook 2: A$ton Matthews] Mini Van Damme, that's looney gangster Mac-11 Mini Van, looney gangster Mac-11 I'm in that bag again, that's looney gangster Mac-11 Drugs don't get me then the streets will I'm on the edge of a refill, red rag wrapped on my face Tec on the waist, I'm on the edge of a refill, Mini Van Damme