A$AP Twelvyy - Periodic Table lyrics

[Verse 1] With a love for the underdog Man, they treat me like they wanna f** Ain't the favorite on your [?] The livest n***a under y'all, so don't make me get the gun involved Catch a charge and run the [?] I hustle more than that n***a in the corner store Corner stone, I'ma be the n***a that they calling for Soaring up, like that n***a Mike in his Jordan 4's When I'm coming down only time I'm falling off Get a [?], 'lil n***a so broad, f**ing talk I'ma be a statement for that [?] Forbes This that magic sh** like Dumbledore This that lavish sh** y'all tumble for n***as want it but I want it more Make a band off a couple cups, and I'm hot, I got the sun involved I don't want it, man, I want it all These my feelings in a couple bars Sun shining like it's f**ing [?] [Hook] I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That very night make a [?] boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You know you done f**ed up, right?) You f** around and you get shot, boy I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That very night make a [?] boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You can smell a n***a with money, huh?) You f** around and you get shot, boy [Verse 2] I'm from the city where the skinny n***as ride, big [?] on they side Real life, making fifty out of five Puffing sticky, sipping Henny while I drive Real n***as die but I feel so alive My eye up on the prize, you always gotta strive Take your piece of devil pie Now my devil repping [?] See a ribbon in the skyline, f** the other side See my shots is [?], I know n***as that [?] It's dark outside, it's nuts outside Sharp n***as leave you pumped outside Parallel to your ride, [?] is the C-25 Blood [?], see the heat in my eyes, keep the heat on my side 'Cause this Tec probably keep me alive I ain't high, I'm just peeping the vibe Just beef in the Trap, f** that, and I ain't keeping it back Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah [Hook] I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That very night make a [?] boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You know you done f**ed up, right?) You f** around and you get shot, boy I was grown up by them Glock boys Them heat-makers and them hot boys That very night make a [?] boys Them rock boys and them Glock boys (You can smell a n***a with money, huh?) You f** around and you get shot, boy