(Intro)
Come on, let's get it
Yeah, n***a, my album coming
(Asap rocky ghetto symphony - intrumental begins)
Dreams worth more than money n***a
This muthaf**in' summer
I been gettin' so much muhf**in' $, n***a
f**in all these b**hes
I think I done took a year off
Still snapping tho
A lot of n***as fallin off, we ain't doing nothin but gettin' stronger, n***a
New deals, new money, double M G Dreamchaser
Let's get it!
(Verse)
My man got booked wit a stone of white
If they make his bail a mil, he comin' home tonight
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I went from standin' on them corners, jumpin' on them flights
Talkin' jumpin' out of Bentleys, jumpin' on them bikes
Middle of the jungle no strap, ice on
n***as p**y in the dark, let's turn them lights on
I used to sleep on the same floors the mice on
Now it's Italian marble, moon walkin' like Mike doin'
Rest in peace to Mike, I rest in peace the mic
I pop a couple percs, I drink that Easter Sprite
Its levels to this sh**, dog ya won't believe my life
Peanut bu*ter jelly on a french toast, eating right
Champagne garglin', everythin' is marvelous
62' Maybach, I can barely park the sh**
Got these rappers scared see em' shakin' like it's Parkinsons
If they said my name they got flamed, I'm the arsonist
A man don't eat he gonna starve, a man gonna starve he gonna die
I know that they gonna try, that's why I stay strapped wit a brand new mac and it's 45
So when they jump fast, betta whistle like offsides
Cuz I'm from Philly, we'll eat yo cheese steak
I told Diddy, I ain't walkin' fo' no cheesecake
Cuz the j**eller makin' the band wit the freeze face
I'm on now, I got neighbors like in three states
(Verse 2)
Do it fo' the vine, I ain't gonna do it
Lets talk about the time when I use to go thru it
Nappy a** braids, wit the cold shooters
We was playin' wit razors befo they had the little scooters
sh** I walked in wit my Pumas on, ya ain't even know it
These a million dolla pair of sneakers n***a, ya ain't even know it
Said Reebok dropped Ross, we ain't even know it
Cuz he went and brought that Bentley Breitling, he ain't even show it
At 21 I wanted to pop a bottle
At 22 I wanted the hottest model
At 23 I wanted the Rolls-Royce
So what ya think I did, I went and f**ing got it
I hit my hood, n***as lookin' f**in' sour
They see me rollin' and I be like ya f**in' coward
I just want to ball, spendin' the quarter on y'all
Just take a look at my car, ya don't remember I starved
I want it all
Back in the day, packin' the kay
All that hate I made that go away
I do ya dirty go ya back to the A
Put in the verse like that Mac hit ya face
And Philly n***a, I'm mac in the bay
I'm off beat still k**in' sh**, I'm speakin' all street still k**in' sh**
Hurricane the first week, I still k**ed the sh**
Intro been out like a year and I'm still k**in sh**