A$AP Rocky - Ghetto Symphony lyrics

Do just what I tell you Don't come in any closer And no one will get hurt 'Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre Beef is on my entre, gin and juice thats Bombay Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way p**y on a sunday, fitness on a monday My new crib came with feng shui And my closet is like a runway Come be fiancee, she f** me in a Hyundai My rooftop got a lounge Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K Bougie a** b**h made wait to f** for two days Finally go the two day, swear to god my mood change Top off like toupes, drop off, touche Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a n***a G Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony Whippin whitney, My mama as a witness b**hes Lickin' and locking up my swishas Once she blow my whistle She know it's dismissal Spread the news I'm official Now hop out my foreign vessel Before I get aggressive Forget it, war ready, already tested Tears and blood invested Till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty Show me watcha owe me and a porterhouse with that Black magic on the tires only I Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile, was Police on me now, still touring And my chain it may slow me down cheer for Pain, in it's purest form Don't complain I came to reign From here forward, still noid So crib got clear doors Burning grains in my air force And all I can see is clear ports Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna k** em' like Big Boi These rappers is all my entrée Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed No cover n***as that I k** for joy Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid Money get style, my lil fishin boy Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a n***a Like codein mixed with a Roy Smoke what make a n***a trip collide What took me how fast, you could grip a 9 Damn, n***a I doubt they tell this my heart And the motherf**ers come in to cry You n***as have a sour dipped in wine Guess that's when a girl sip the white Pourin liq so I soak in different shine Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky My show get cold, all my n***as died So and so, n***as live and die Beneath choose souls you will reside Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life Tryina come with this for their freakin lives How many time your eyes and a n***a died? Never! Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better n***a