If I die before I wake
At least I lived life my way
Hope that you remember me
Came up fast, bittersweet
Please prepare me mentally
'Fore you take my song on MTV
Now that you're no longer a lord that's trapped
You have graduated to the Hood Pope
You have made it to represent your people
Show them another way
Be the voice of the people who couldn't make it out the hood
Make sure my family good, my ma still in the hood
I ain't rich like they think cause I copped me one mink
They think I got me a house with a big couch and a gold sink
With a model bitch with a gold ring, big ass fish in a fish tank
Haha, you laughing, just put me in my casket
I ain't even into nagging, it's what it is, I'm passing
And though times is hard now, your success awaits them
I'm no different what y'all are saying
Ferg made it out? Well, I can play that game
You're not exempt from the growing chain
Niggas forget who's afraid to change
You're the trapped lord, I will remain
Hood Pope, I'ma teach these confused folks how to maneuver
Through folks and attention, get you choked, you know
Slim model girls sniffing the coke
Fiend on the block sniffin' the dope
I wanna help, I don't know
Tell me the, antidote
How you hood and a pope
Conscious thinking, ghetto though
I'll teach you how to build a grow tree
Life like a bike and pedal slow
Now you're the voice of the guys on the corners
And the kids who have no direction, guide them
Through the trials and the tribulations
Teach them the world can be accumulated with patience
If I die before I wake
At least I lived life my way
Hope that you remember me
Came up fast, bittersweet
Please prepare me mentally
'Fore you take my song on MTV
A$AP Ferg - Always Strive And Prosper Album Lyrics
A$AP Ferg - Always Strive And Prosper Lyrics
Writer: MICHAEL VOLPE, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, KHALIL ABDUL-RAHMAN, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, SAM BARSH, DANIEL SEEFF
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, O/B/O DistroKid, Spirit Music Group
Hungry Ham
[ Featuring Skrillex, Crystal Caines ]
See this is Harlem, these our streets
Hungry Ham, that's all we eatin'
Them niggas out here shining, niggas out here dying
'Cause we never got along
We all go getters, we go get it
Some gon' fake it, half won't make it
Get a chance to make it out, we taking it
Block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
Nigga what's your block? Hungry Ham
Grandma used to call me Mickey Mouse but I'm no rat
On the block they threw a couple bullets, Warren Sapp
Seen my nigga's family members buggin' off the crack
Your uncle smell like shit like he got garbage in his ass
I'm from 143rd, I come from Hungry Ham, ya heard?
Where the pigs'll lay you down and make a nigga bite the curb
Them kids is poppin' Percs because they claim it cool they nerves
My crazy ass neighbors sprinkle HOO-HOO-HOO
Street name was Stirrin', smell like shit, vomit, urine
When my bitches come over they have the look of concerning
Like why he stand in the hallway with a milk carton and be lurking?
Why he jumping for joy when the whole building was just burning?
What about that nigga's sash? Wore the socks on his hands
Purple coats in the summer, with the Glock in his pants
And he stabbed his own mama, how you do that to your fam?
'Cause my block full of lunatics, call my shit Hungry Ham
Damn!
Block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
Nigga what's your block? Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock
I'll be back, nigga (Blah!)
My auntie ask my mama, "did Darold quit his job?"
I seen him three days straight sitting on a car
My mama screaming, "Darold, c'mon, you ain't quit yo job!"
Mama yes I did (Darold!)
My mama barking like doggies
In front of my aunt and my shorty
I tell her, "I am a rapper" she suck her teeth and ignore me
All she see is my gold teeth, with a white bitch and some 40's
I'm getting fame on computers, she don't think this shit is for me
I used to pray for more women, now I get dozens of oldies
When I be hittin' it doggie, she bark like HOO-HOO-HOO (Oh my, I'm horny!)
Only when you want sex you callin' me
Tellin' me how much you want me
But I think you're full of baloney
I ain't stressin' you shorty, my shorty be stressin' me, shorty
Claimin' I'm messin' with shorties and be undressin' them shorties
I ain't get no head from them shorties
Don't be in the bed with them shorties
Now what these condoms for?
And please don't say these Magnums is for me
I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm from Hungry Ham, y'all ought to know
Better get your ass another plan if you want to blow
Can't play this corner for no more summers if you get my flow
We catching meat, but y'all niggas is buns, HOO-HOO-HOO
Block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
'Cause that's my block, Hungry Ham
Nigga what's your block? Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Nigga f*ck your block, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
Better wear your Glock, Hungry Ham
Papi, why you throwing things? Hungry Ham
I'll be back! (Blah!)
Writer: DAROLD BROWN, SONNY MOORE, CRYSTAL CAINES
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Strive
[ Featuring Missy Elliott ]
You can be you today
You can be you tonight
Know you're feelin' really great
It's gon' be alright
I can see it in your face
And I know you wanna fly
So get off your ass
And create your life
'Cause you're missin' opportunities
I know you're rich in opportunities
And you're missin' opportunities
I know you're rich in opportunities
Oh, oh, oh
Workin' in Ben & Jerry's, it was scary
My life vision was blurry
You got talent, why's you here?
I'm thinkin', "Yeah, plus I am gettin' a belly"
I remember mama screamin'
"You ain't gon' be like your uncle Terry"
Uncle Terry on the corner sellin' rocks
He don't care what you tell him
He a hustler, bad muddastrudda
Ridin' in a brand new Lex when he pull up
He got a hood bitch from the block in the winter
He pull up on her like, "Baby give me sugar, mane"
Man I wish I shoulda, coulda, woulda
Woulda put a hurtin' on her if I hit her with the wood up
She got me dreamin'
When I get outta the hood, I'mma get me somethin' better
You can be you today
You can be you tonight
Know you're feelin' really great
It's gon' be alright
I can see it in your face
And I know you wanna fly
So get off your ass
And create your life
'Cause you're missin' opportunities
I know you're rich in opportunities
And you're missin' opportunities
I know you're rich in opportunities
Oh, oh, oh
In VA, where I stay
They don't play, they'll tell you that to your face
Collard greens, candied yams, potato salad
'Fore you grub, better say your grace
Auntie Jean was kinda mean, but she had dreams
She used to sing like Tina Turner
She said, "Bring my wig and bring my dress
My high heel shoes from a Sunday mornin' service"
Aye, she said, "I'll show y'all beginners"
I'll still whoop that ass with a switch and a splinter
Pray for these tramps runnin' 'round like a sinner
Missy wanna be a star? Well tell her she's a winner
Ayeeee, she a bad lil' sumn'
Love how she dance like Michael Jackson
Told me I would be number one
Just be yourself, don't be nothin' like them
You can be you today
You can be you tonight
Know you're feelin' really great
It's gon' be alright
I can see it in your face
And I know you wanna fly
So get off your ass
And create your life
'Cause you're missin' opportunities
I know you're rich in opportunities
And you're missin' opportunities
I know you're rich in opportunities
Oh, oh, oh
Writer: KEVIN DUANE MCCORD, DAROLD D. BROWN, MELISSA A. ELLIOTT, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, STELIOS PHILI
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Meet My Crazy Uncle (Skit)
[A$AP Rocky:] Check it, check it, check it, you remember Gina from down the block?
[A$AP Ferg:] Gina.... with the
[All:] FAT ASS!!
[A$AP Ferg:] That's my dawg right there
[Laughter]
[A$AP Rocky:] Ayo ain't that Psycho on the corner over there?
[All:] Psycho!
[A$AP Ferg:] Pull up, pull up, pull up
[Psycho:] Yo what up neph' neph'
[Person 1:] Psych what's up
[Psycho:] Just gettin' a couple sets in at the park
[A$AP Ferg:] Gina.... with the
[All:] FAT ASS!!
[A$AP Ferg:] That's my dawg right there
[Laughter]
[A$AP Rocky:] Ayo ain't that Psycho on the corner over there?
[All:] Psycho!
[A$AP Ferg:] Pull up, pull up, pull up
[Psycho:] Yo what up neph' neph'
[Person 1:] Psych what's up
[Psycho:] Just gettin' a couple sets in at the park
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Psycho
[Intro]
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Ah, it was all at the park
Cologne and liquor was his odor
The fragrance of a rider soldier
ODB was his persona
Oh you want the power?
[Hook - A$AP Ferg]
I got an uncle and his name psycho
He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"
He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park
(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
And he got two sisters preggo
He f**ked the other one to get one jel-o
And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
(On the hill, sh*t'll get really real)
[Verse 1 - A$AP Ferg]
He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body
Most stucked out, kept the hammer with his mommy
Grandma had the arthritis pain in her body
Kept the burner in the mattress, so her son don't catch a body
Gassed and he danced, smoked crack with his posse
Front flipped through a building window, land in the lobby
He was cut like Bruce Lee but he didn't know karate
He came home bloody screaming "nobody can stop me"
Nobody can stop me, I'm the baddest survivor on this planet
Fifty niggas better kill me, nigga cause I will do damage
Checked out the psych ward, I am nothing to manage
My life cut deep, nigga I'm nothing to bandage
[Hook - A$AP Ferg]
I got an uncle and his name psycho
He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"
He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park
(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
And he got two sisters preggo
He f**ked the other one to get one jel-o
And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
(On the hill, sh*t'll get really real)
[Post-Hook - A$AP Ferg]
Where they be drinking forty ounces
With the brown paper bags for the ounces
No matter what day you found his ass at the park
(Hungry Ham, f**k around and get killed)
When he got kicked out of his b**ch crib
And he had nowhere to lizz-ive
Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park
After dark
[Verse 2 - A$AP Ferg]
Don't get it confused Uncle Psych, I love you to death
Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest
Growing up you always was buck-wilding with stress
And though I'm older now, I don't know how to forget
I used to wear your Timbs around the house when you left
And if you had an open soda, I would finish the rest
Pretend I'm older, I like the liquor odor you left
Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a tec
Then point it at the mirror like I'm holding your rep
Though that mirror wasn't me, but it was you I reflect
Wanted to be like you, jail tat on the chest
With the rugged cornrows and a stab on my neck
[Outro: Spoken]
I'll rob sh*t like that you know, cause I'll rob anyone, I, I don't care. It was a 9 to 5 for me, you know. It was like a hobby to me, I was the gun man, I was the dancer, entertainer, you know what I mean? I did it all. Like I said I had a deathwish, I'll rob anybody. Aye hold up motherf**ker you see I'm talking right?
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Ah, yeah
Ah, it was all at the park
Cologne and liquor was his odor
The fragrance of a rider soldier
ODB was his persona
Oh you want the power?
[Hook - A$AP Ferg]
I got an uncle and his name psycho
He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"
He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park
(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
And he got two sisters preggo
He f**ked the other one to get one jel-o
And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
(On the hill, sh*t'll get really real)
[Verse 1 - A$AP Ferg]
He used to have the braids with the cuts in his body
Most stucked out, kept the hammer with his mommy
Grandma had the arthritis pain in her body
Kept the burner in the mattress, so her son don't catch a body
Gassed and he danced, smoked crack with his posse
Front flipped through a building window, land in the lobby
He was cut like Bruce Lee but he didn't know karate
He came home bloody screaming "nobody can stop me"
Nobody can stop me, I'm the baddest survivor on this planet
Fifty niggas better kill me, nigga cause I will do damage
Checked out the psych ward, I am nothing to manage
My life cut deep, nigga I'm nothing to bandage
[Hook - A$AP Ferg]
I got an uncle and his name psycho
He had a dance and they scream "go psycho!"
He would dance, work out and fight your ass at the park
(For the bills, for the hundred dollar bills)
And he got two sisters preggo
He f**ked the other one to get one jel-o
And he took both kids to the ghetto ass park
(On the hill, sh*t'll get really real)
[Post-Hook - A$AP Ferg]
Where they be drinking forty ounces
With the brown paper bags for the ounces
No matter what day you found his ass at the park
(Hungry Ham, f**k around and get killed)
When he got kicked out of his b**ch crib
And he had nowhere to lizz-ive
Always find his ass on the benches laying at the park
After dark
[Verse 2 - A$AP Ferg]
Don't get it confused Uncle Psych, I love you to death
Just wanna get a couple of things off of my chest
Growing up you always was buck-wilding with stress
And though I'm older now, I don't know how to forget
I used to wear your Timbs around the house when you left
And if you had an open soda, I would finish the rest
Pretend I'm older, I like the liquor odor you left
Then put your camouflage vest on like I'm holding a tec
Then point it at the mirror like I'm holding your rep
Though that mirror wasn't me, but it was you I reflect
Wanted to be like you, jail tat on the chest
With the rugged cornrows and a stab on my neck
[Outro: Spoken]
I'll rob sh*t like that you know, cause I'll rob anyone, I, I don't care. It was a 9 to 5 for me, you know. It was like a hobby to me, I was the gun man, I was the dancer, entertainer, you know what I mean? I did it all. Like I said I had a deathwish, I'll rob anybody. Aye hold up motherf**ker you see I'm talking right?
Writer: MICHAEL VOLPE, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, KHALIL ABDUL-RAHMAN, DANIEL TANNENBAUM, SAM BARSH, DANIEL SEEFF, J. GITELMAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, SPIRIT /GLOBAL TALENT MUSIC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, SPIRIT /GLOBAL TALENT MUSIC
Let It Bang
[ Featuring ScHoolboy Q ]
Grandma hid that hammer in her mattress from my uncle
He would listen to Wu-Tang 'fore walkin' in the jungle
Army fatigue jacket, kitchen knife, hope he don't cut you
With a deuce-deuce up in his boot in case he gettin' tussles
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Life will work out
How he turned out
Granddaddy tried to help him but he burnt out
He screamed "lazy"
F*ck I want you
Tried to get a job
Block party where the hoochies turned out
They would dance and sweat they perm out
If they scream we got beef, he would handle with no prob
Cologne and liquor was his odor
Fragrance, of a ridin' soldier
ODB was his persona, he was high on Mars
40 ounce in this some marijuana
When grandma die from pneumonia
Now his life a roller coaster, put that shit on God
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
(And he will)
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Bruh, I miss my crackhead uncle
Sold him dope in by the bundles
Draw down on him, his own gun though
F*ck about family, where's my hundo
'Fore my clip go knock-knock zero
Fake nigga talkin' 'bout Q ain't real
18 slangin' that Coupe Deville
Young nigga, young nigga move that dope
Young nigga might get killed
Cuz ain't payin' my bills
Heat make the beef get grilled
12 years clutchin' that steel
Pop a nigga more than them pills
Pistol under the sheet when I sleep
Body niggas, I can do beats
I ain't talkin' 'bout my uncle, this me
Made another million this week
Swagger make a bili look cheap
I'm the reason why your momma OD'ed
I'm the reason why your homies ain't deep
Now you wanna talk about peace
Get the bitches all up off these streets
Wonder why you rubbin' up feet
If you got high off what I sold
How his teeth platinum when he on shit row
Big belly bottle, I could still get throwed
Leave a nigga flat 'til his body get towed
Sad that the curb got closed
Leave him with a hole in his skull
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Let it bang
Writer: DAROLD FERGUSON, LEXUS LEWIS, QUINCY MATTHEW HANLEY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
New Level
[ Featuring Future ]
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
Used to be sleeping on itchy beds
Bed bugs in the motel, now your bitch give me head
Twenty bitches in the hotel on a ramen noodle diet
Tour life wasn't so well
All my niggas starting riots, moshpitting on your toenails
Uncle T doing so well, first class from a old jail
T Ferg did fifteen in the feds, getting no mail
My daddy died and my cousin too
They didn't let them out of no cell
Provide jobs for my whole block, I cannot slow down
Nigga, I won't stop now, mothaf*cka this is my town
Take the block, make it hot now, 143rd with the drop down
Icy chain with the watch now, third piece full of rocks now
Niggas squint when they watch now, leveling up to the top now
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezels, all my niggas put in work
Bought me some better bezels
Man and went to see my jeweler, woo and I re'd up
Went and bought some new jewels
Hit the car dealer, woo-woo re'd up
Who knew we would blow up like nitro, now these bitches need us
Woo I just tasted molly on me, Lude knew I just re'd up
Dib and dab in this some new designer
I just dib and dab with the semi-touch
We on the red carpet surrounded by pop stars trying to act tough
I got Actavis on me, nigga, and I, poured up
They say that we couldn't smoke in this bitch
And we f*cked around and still rolled up
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
Daddy looking down, I know he see me blowin' up
My grandma would be so proud
Up in Heaven, Yamborgini, know my brother see me
I'ma make my bro proud
Tell his mama I'ma take her outta work
Know that I'ma hold my bros down
ASAP 'til a nigga die
You didn't know what you know now
I gotta get in my zone now
I gotta get in my zone now
Only a couple-a more down
Momma gon' get a new home now
Teach Marty Baller how to be a boss
So none of us ever go broke now
I'ma bring you to the water swim nigga
I cannot bring you the boat now
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
I'm on a new level, I'm on a new level
Bought me a new shovel, put these niggas in the dirt
Chain with the new bezel, all my niggas put in work
Writer: DAROLD DURARD BROWN, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, COURTNEY SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Yammy Gang
[ Featuring A$AP Mob, Tatianna Paulino ]
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride, we gon' mob
When you f*ckin' with the mob, hit 'em in the jaw
All of my niggas bi-polar, lean in the pour up
Mix it with Xan, now you tore up
Runnin' with my gang, bumpin' that Keef in the hoop
It's motivatin' my soldiers
Don't keep the gun in the holster
Hide it in Tommy, hopin' they don't pull you over
Coppers on the block, tappin' on the Motorola
Gotta keep the f*ckin' beeper on you
All of my killers is ridin' with me for the night, yeah
Flacko just hit me like he just landed from Dubai, yeah, yeah, yeah
See what's in the club, what bitches is f*ckin' tonight, yeah
Is it you, you or you, you
If your man talkin' shit then I shoot
Like doot-doot-doot-doot
All of my niggas gon' ride, all of my niggas gon' ride, we gon' mob
Blat-blat-blat-blat-blat
Yammy Gang gang, say my name five times
Candymane-mane-mane-mane-mane
Bitches on my hotline, bling
Thank you BasedGod, brang-dang-dang-dang
Me and Pop f*ck the same hoes
Beat the pussy like the Wayans bros
Bang-bang-bang-bang like Chiefy Sosa
Flocka with the fuego
Run at any case, money be the case
Murder be the case, better call the lawyer
Try to beat the case, try to flee the states
Cry to immigration, nigga, thought I told you
Nut on her face, bought her shades
I pull up, pull all on her face
Pussy get murdered every day, bruh
Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang
Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang
Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang, Yammy Gang
My niggas set it on anything
2016, we got bigger plans
I might go bleach in that boo pack
I might go home but don't talk to me
Yeezus, Jesus walk with me
Last year bein' broke
If you ain't talkin' money, don't talk to me
Yamborghini high
Diamonds in the rain, made the hall of fame
Prosper be the gang
Always gotta strive, I could never change
Word to Yams
I'll smack a nigga in his skinny pants, yeah
High as hell
Man I'm fly as well, do the Diddy dance
Yeah
Yamborghini Gang
Yammy Gang
This the A$AP Gang
This is for all my beautiful people around the world
My son was a genius
I wanna continue his legacy
Writer: MAGNUS HOIBERG, PEDER LOSNEGAARD, DAROLD D. BROWN, TAIRIQ DEVEGA, RAKIM MAYERS, JAMAL PHILLIPS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Swipe Life
[ Featuring Rick Ross ]
Picture me in the club, all the models around, bitch
Tip for the bottle girl, all the bottles around
Just bought me a brand new Bim', so I stunt when I come around
F*ck all my enemies, I'ma stunt when I come around
Hunnid swipes, got a couple hundred off a swipe
Swipe, bought a Bentley off a swipe
Swipe life, got two Rollies off a swipe
Swipe, oh, holy moly, swipe life, swipe life
Stolen identity, whenever I put it down
F*ck all my enemies, whenever they come around
My homie done did a year, nigga you held it down
So I bought him a brand new Benz, now he stunt when he come around
Hunnid swipes, got a couple hundred off a swipe
Swipe, bought a Bentley off a swipe
Swipe life, got two Rollies off a swipe
Swipe, oh, holy moly, swipe life, swipe life
My goons all in that van
My shoes all in that van
My tools all from Afghan
Poppy seed residue on my hands
Sacrifice for my gang
You test me, know you're testin' my aim
I drop them bombs all in your barrack
Barack callin' my name
I just grabbed a new Benz
Took them stocks off of that thing
I put them 4s under that bitch
Got your bitch rockin' all of my chains
I been rich a long time
That boy be still droppin' that flame
Been rich a long time
That boy there still got the cocaine
I pay for the Cad', I might swipe the card
Then I may get head, or I might wipe your broad
I'm cutthroat like that, I cut dope like this
And since I'm always on your mind, can't forget I'm rich, bitch
Swipe, got a couple hundred off a swipe
Swipe life, bought a Bentley off a swipe
Swipe, got two Rollies off a swipe
Swipe life, oh, holy moly, swipe life, swipe life
Henny, Mo' up in my coupe
Skeet is all up on her tooth
Beeper goes off, I'm like, "Who?"
Why I go off in the booth
Better be watchin' your tongue when you speak
Don't even talk to me, please
I keep that banger on me
Swipe and get all of my cheese
I bought my mom a new house
I bought my bitch a new dog
I brought my trap to the house
Bow when you talk to the lord
I come through with a banger, nigga
And I put a big diamond on her finger, nigga
And you know all the bad bitches hangin' with us
Couple rappers couldn't even get a table with us
Couple hater niggas always tellin' fables on us
Guys stealin' money, try the tables on us
But, f*ck it, I'ma keep the money real tight
Cause I gotta keep a banger with a hundred swipes
Hunnid swipes, got a couple hundred off a swipe
Swipe, bought a Bentley off a swipe
Swipe life, got two Rollies off a swipe
Swipe, oh, holy moly, swipe life, swipe life
Writer: DAROLD DURARD BROWN, RICK ROSS, JEFFREY WASHINGTON, TASHFIQUR PATWARY, CHRIS BASHAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Uzi Gang
[ Featuring Lil Uzi Vert, Marty Baller ]
If the bitch ain't on me, she on Ferg
Ask them niggas who they want
(Who they want?) Uzi Gang, A$AP
Marty Baller a mac
I'ma talk about things that go down in the trap
You can talk about rap, how I cooked up a flow
Watch it rock while I'm spitting this crack
Watch that Uzi go "blatt!"
Lay him flat on his back
With the pump, have an asthma attack
They ain't want to do that
When them goonies is comin'
Young niggas, they not comin' back
I'm in Philly, those my other niggas
Hundred deep, nobody f*ckin' with us
Fergie here, I brought my brother with us
Nike boots on and we stompin' niggas
I'm with the Mob, those my other hittas
Let them out the zoo, they go gorilla
Harlem World got a hundred spittas
Man I'm Marty Baller, ain't nobody triller
Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?)
I be tellin' the luck I don't want to f*ck, baby just give me the forehead
She promised me a threesome with her best friend and I don't want to blow it
Even though the bathroom not unisex, we can turn that shit co-ed
I'ma be f*ckin' and suckin' that pussy while I'm leanin' over the toilet
Oh, I see that she feelin' the boy, ay
Cause she know that we makin' the noise, ay
Who do you want? It's no choice, ay
Bitch you can't forget, you know that we makin' the noise
Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?)
You makin' money, I've been made that
And that's your new bitch, I been slayed that
And this AK'll leave you way back
And bitch ass nigga better stay back
Before I bring OG Lake back
And that's a real nigga, I stay that
I might yolk you, get your whole egg crack
And my bih like Cassie take that
I'm winnin' right now and you hate that
I'm rollin' that blunt, you smoke shake pack
And your favorite rapper wanna sign me
And on some shit, I ain't even take that
No, I ain't even take that, no, I ain't even take that
Who they want, who they want, Uzi Gang and A$AP
Uzi Gang, A$AP (Who they want?)
Writer: Bryan Simmons, Darold Ferguson, Milton Martin, Symere Woods
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Beautiful People
We got our ways, but ain't we human beings too?
If our lives don't matter, no lives matter
Thus life is our future, dying is unacceptable
Living for what we believe in is life itself
And that in itself is beautiful, aight
Beautiful people let's take a second and think
We continue these issues our ship will drown and we sink
This is nothing political this is so we be sync
Stick together forever and we'll weather the rain
We'll weather the storm, let's try to move on
Build a better community, so our children be on
Transform from arms and bombs like Vietnam
Teach your kid how to eat and teach your kid how to farm
Watch what you put in your body so you can live it long
Mind, body and soul in tact, proud and you strong
This rap ain't no lap it's more like a marathon
This track ain't no track just something I set it on
Live life in harmony, put love in your arms
Forgive to receive the blessing of peace and calm
Just a product of Malcolm X and Farrakhan
Martin Luther and Marvin Gaye came all to do a ghetto song
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
People, people, people, people
Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful
People, people, people, people
Beautiful people can be defined by
Her hair, her eyes, her body
Beautiful people
Beauty is behind the surface
It is the soul, the spirit
That lies beneath the soul, the skin
It is the power of that beauty that holds us
That strengthens us
It is the way we dance when we wanna cry
It is our mind that creates the definition of the beauty
Clear your mind, clear your body
Reach for the strength within
We are all beautiful people
All my beautiful people, all my beautiful people
I'm the ghetto apostle, come on, follow I'll lead you
Tell them put down the pipes, liquor bottles and needles
Treat your family right, your mommy ain't gonna need you
Grandma, auntie and cousin, OG told you about thuggin'
But he ain't amount to nothing, he on top of that oven
Then on top of that corner his little niggas be drummin'
Blicka-blocka they buck then they finna hit you with somethin'
[?] with him as they finna open your pumpkin
Popping your collar pimping and this ain't nothin' 'bout stuntin'
If you ain't talking thuggin' then you ain't talkin' 'bout nothin'
Bullshit, I'm the pope, I think I am onto something
I wanna empower people, wanna empower people
White, purple and yellow, and all of my browner people
We can be positive, don't let negativity kill you
First start with your friends then move a whole town of people
Writer: MICHAEL VOLPE, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, MARVIN GAYE, JAMES NYX, CARLTON RIDENHOUR, SAM BARSH, KHALIL ABDUL-RAHMA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Exploration Group LLC
Damn Not Again (Skit)
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[Girl:] Darold are you serious right now? I get to your crib, and I find a condom wrapper on the floor? Yo how many times I've been through this shit with you? I don't know when you're gonna understand that I've been here since day one. Yo you've got me f*cked up, for real, like...
[Girl:] Darold are you serious right now? I get to your crib, and I find a condom wrapper on the floor? Yo how many times I've been through this shit with you? I don't know when you're gonna understand that I've been here since day one. Yo you've got me f*cked up, for real, like...
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Let You Go
She questioned my lyrics
My love for your music is bittersweet every time that I hear it
Your great-sounding art helped build my walls
And pushes me away so I won't fall
I'm thinking in my head "shit, oh my lord"
She texted me last night with all my faults
Downloaded your mixtape, it sound so good
But why you gotta say things that make me sound so small?
You talking 'bout your experience with other women
How you think that be looking?
My daddy and whole family hearing
Where's the respect? I don't feel it
And if you lose me, would you fear it?
Would you take back the silly acts that you was sharing?
About how you deceived and cheated with no caring
The honesty in music is f*cking overbearing
I feel you, babe, I understand where you coming from
Just hear me out, just understand where I'm coming from
I'm not dumb, I know what I write
I don't wanna hurt you and I hate to fight
I'm conscious of everything I recite
Clench the soul through fingertips when I write
I don't really know if it's wrong or right
I feel like God put me here to shed the light
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
You ride for me
You lie for me
You would die for me
And you cry for me
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
My open letter to my girl who got my back
Who's affected by the real shit in my raps
What's that name of the song, the Jay-Z track?
I was just f*cking them girls, I was gon' get right back
Still tryna figure my place in this world
Ain't mean to hurt the heart of my beautiful girl
See, I talk about the real so my niggas'll learn
Try give 'em motivation so my niggas'll earn
So I talk about how I shine and f*ck on dimes
Rolling in the Maybachs, seats reclined
I know it sounds kinda harsh when I speak 'bout mine
And you'll be crying in the dark and wanna leave sometime
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
You ride for me
You lie for me
You would die for me
And you cry for me
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
You ride for me
You lie for me
You would die for me
And you cry for me
My love for your music is bittersweet every time that I hear it
Your great-sounding art helped build my walls
And pushes me away so I won't fall
I'm thinking in my head "shit, oh my lord"
She texted me last night with all my faults
Downloaded your mixtape, it sound so good
But why you gotta say things that make me sound so small?
You talking 'bout your experience with other women
How you think that be looking?
My daddy and whole family hearing
Where's the respect? I don't feel it
And if you lose me, would you fear it?
Would you take back the silly acts that you was sharing?
About how you deceived and cheated with no caring
The honesty in music is f*cking overbearing
I feel you, babe, I understand where you coming from
Just hear me out, just understand where I'm coming from
I'm not dumb, I know what I write
I don't wanna hurt you and I hate to fight
I'm conscious of everything I recite
Clench the soul through fingertips when I write
I don't really know if it's wrong or right
I feel like God put me here to shed the light
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
You ride for me
You lie for me
You would die for me
And you cry for me
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
My open letter to my girl who got my back
Who's affected by the real shit in my raps
What's that name of the song, the Jay-Z track?
I was just f*cking them girls, I was gon' get right back
Still tryna figure my place in this world
Ain't mean to hurt the heart of my beautiful girl
See, I talk about the real so my niggas'll learn
Try give 'em motivation so my niggas'll earn
So I talk about how I shine and f*ck on dimes
Rolling in the Maybachs, seats reclined
I know it sounds kinda harsh when I speak 'bout mine
And you'll be crying in the dark and wanna leave sometime
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
You ride for me
You lie for me
You would die for me
And you cry for me
But I don't ever wanna let you go
Cause when the smoke clears, you'll still be here
Through the pain and the tears
All these years
You ride for me
You lie for me
You would die for me
And you cry for me
Writer: TOR HERMANSEN, DAROLD DURARD BROWN, MIKKEL ERIKSEN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave
World Is Mine
[ Featuring Big Sean ]
Yeah
(Better get the f*ck out my face)
You always tellin' me I got the world
(Talkin' all that shit
Bitch you better the f*ck out my face)
But I don't have half of what I want to achieve
(Na-na-na-na-na-na, f*ck is you sayin')
I got to get it
(I'm talkin' all that shit)
She tryna tell me that the world is mine
I know that ain't true (yeah)
And even though I got it all
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (yeah)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (yeah)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
She tryna tell me that the world is mine(the world is mine)
I know that ain't true (that ain't true)
And even though I got it all (I got it all)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose, oh)
She tried to tell me that the world is mine
But you know it ain't true, you know it ain't true (yeah)
I'm tryna make a dollar, get my ass up out of Harlem
'Cause you know the haters watching and the bullets ain't cool
Ain't you, attracted to a powerful motherf*cker
Don't wanna be compared to these rapper dude motherf*ckers
Who turnin' too passionate when they battling motherf*ckers
But never get a crib up in Malibu motherf*cker
And I don't want to wind up like him
He can't afford that Tom Ford, you won't like that man
Riding in that old Ford, no AC or fan
No trips to Jamaica, baby gets no tan
I wanna pull up, pull her in a 4-4 or Benz
A Sprinter van, with TVs in
Your crew jump in, I'm getting in those jeans
If we keep up, we'll f*cking fly to Japan
You say that this shit mami, 'cause you my girl (you my girl)
You say you just need me and need no one else (need no one)
But I'm full of ambition to take over the world (over the world), ah, ooh
She tryna tell me that the world is mine (uh)
And I know it's true (yeah)
And even though I got it all
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (that's right)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (yeah)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
She tryna tell me that the world is mine (the world is mine)
I know that ain't true (that ain't true)
And even though I got it all (I got it all)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (that's right, thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh, thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (yeah, thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose, thing to lose (thing to lose, oh, yeah-yeah)
Funny how it all go-go
You never could know though
What happened to Tiger? Where's Kobe?
You know hoes get caught in a photo
Lipstick on your polo
And now the trust that you build's right out the door-door
Y'all went from lovebirds to looking like Dodos
And that shit gon' last, for months it'll go-go
And that shit gon' drag, drag on like Komodo
Over a bitch that look like Quasimodo (God!)
Now you calling and checking in all the time
Like your ass still on parole though
Wondering if you just better off solo
You paying the price, but is that what it owe though?
Praying up to God about shit that's not even holy (yeah)
You like she tripping over bitches saying that they know me
Then she put the pussy on me, swear that shit control me
That shit control me, man, that shit controlled me
She tryna tell me that the world is mine (uh)
And I know it's true (yeah)
And even though I got it all
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (that's right)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (yeah)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh)
She tryna tell me that the world is mine (the world is mine)
I know that ain't true (that ain't true)
And even though I got it all (I got it all)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (that's right, thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (uh, thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose (yeah, thing to lose)
I'm young, man, and I got everything to lose, thing to lose (thing to lose, oh, yeah-yeah)
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Uh
Yeah
Writer: Sean Michael Anderson, Ernest Dion Wilson, Darold Durard Brown
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Phone Call With Breezy (Skit)
[A$AP Ferg:] Oh good money, you chillin' after that?
[Chris Brown:] Ayy I'ma be in LA the whole time
[A$AP Ferg:] You remember when I used to sell you the belts?
[Chris Brown:] Hell yeah! Man that shit crazy, man
[A$AP Ferg:] Yo you know it was me makin' them belts?
[Chris Brown:] No back in the day, you know, I ain't peep it. I remember, I think, I think Kwasi and them like brought you over one day and I peeped you, then they went off in your shit like when you was doin' the music. I was like... huh don't I know son? Like I know him! Then they was like yeah my nigga, he was designin' mad long. I was like damn that shit crazy
[A$AP Ferg:] Word, that shit was like five years ago - you still got them shits?
[Chris Brown:] Bro I got them joints at the crib, bro. I got the multi-colored one, the camo colored one, like I think it was red and brown
[A$AP Ferg:] [Laughs]
[Chris Brown:] And I got the camo joint you did
[A$AP Ferg:] [Laughs] Hey, now look, now we're doin' songs together and shit
[Chris Brown:] Ayy I'ma be in LA the whole time
[A$AP Ferg:] You remember when I used to sell you the belts?
[Chris Brown:] Hell yeah! Man that shit crazy, man
[A$AP Ferg:] Yo you know it was me makin' them belts?
[Chris Brown:] No back in the day, you know, I ain't peep it. I remember, I think, I think Kwasi and them like brought you over one day and I peeped you, then they went off in your shit like when you was doin' the music. I was like... huh don't I know son? Like I know him! Then they was like yeah my nigga, he was designin' mad long. I was like damn that shit crazy
[A$AP Ferg:] Word, that shit was like five years ago - you still got them shits?
[Chris Brown:] Bro I got them joints at the crib, bro. I got the multi-colored one, the camo colored one, like I think it was red and brown
[A$AP Ferg:] [Laughs]
[Chris Brown:] And I got the camo joint you did
[A$AP Ferg:] [Laughs] Hey, now look, now we're doin' songs together and shit
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Love You
[ Featuring Chris Brown, Ty Dolla $ign ]
We could fly to Puerto Rico and fight a mosquito
Or lounge out in Cuba even though it's illegal
Blowing Cuban cigars keeping everything on the D-low
Or brag to your friends "You never been here before?"
Baby I love you, we're celebrating, I love you
Been doing them squats, your ass tight as a glove
Fly like a dove, nobody f*ckin' with us
I got the mean pipe but you supply me the drug
The pookie in New Jack City, the booty and tig ol' bitties
Blowing the color purple like Danny Glover and Silly
Versace embedded in me, all of our clothing silky
God took his time cause God damn you pretty
And I just really wanna hold ya
I'mma make you say "Uh" like a No Limit soldier
Then ride her like a roller-coaster
I'mma beat, beat it down like a real man's supposed to
Girl it's you I'm ready to settle down with
And do some things we've never done before (Yeah girl)
And baby this a celebration to our love making tonight
Cause I love you, I love you babe, yeah, I love you
Look, house on the water like a casino
Vacation on private islands, notifying my P.O
Margiela the peacoat, pockets full of Doritos
Counting all these Euros, they're like what the f*ck is a C-Note?
Yachts with the clear water, it look like my chain
Cameras flashing, paparazzi, yeah that looks like the fame
3 M on my jacket, you can't see me the same
Motivated, I'm avoiding the lames but I'm looking for you
Ha, pretty brown nice thing
Rolex faces, bottles in them gold cases
It's ridiculous, with your body a nigga particular
That booty is big enough, she move it I pick it up
Slow down baby
Know a nigga singing we gon' make some Motown babies
Ha, a nigga change the weather when I come out
If it's raining baby, I'mma bring the sun out
Girl it's you I'm ready to settle down with
And do some things we've never done before (Yeah girl)
And baby this a celebration to our love making tonight
Cause I love you, I love you babe
You know I love ya
And I'm gon' love on you every chance that I get
Yeah, and ain't no way that I'm going to walk away
And throw it all away, oh yeah
And girl I won't lie
And all that I get it, if you're mines I spend it on you
And every time that we fight
We just f*ck and we make right back up
Girl it's you I'm ready to settle down with
And do some things we've never done before (Yeah girl)
And baby this a celebration to our love making tonight
Cause I love you, I love you babe
Girl it's you I'm ready to settle down with
And do some things we've never done before (Yeah girl)
And baby this a celebration to our love making tonight
Cause I love you, I love you babe
Writer: DAROLD D. BROWN, CHRISTOPHER MAURICE BROWN, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, THOMAS MARVIN, RAY JORDAN LEWIS
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Grandma (Skit)
[A$AP Ferg:] Yeah man, like this shit is crazy, man, I'm signed and shit. This shit feel good, man
[Person:] Nigga you went from scoopin' ice cream to gettin' ice and cream. Ferg laughs How you feel?
[A$AP Ferg:] I just, I feel good man. I just wish my pops and my grandmoms was here to see this. So much has changed
[Person:] Nigga you went from scoopin' ice cream to gettin' ice and cream. Ferg laughs How you feel?
[A$AP Ferg:] I just, I feel good man. I just wish my pops and my grandmoms was here to see this. So much has changed
Writer: DAROLD DURARD BROWN, KHALIL RAHMAN, SAM BARSH, SID SRIRAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Grandma
All I ever wanted was a minute with my grandma
I would tell her how I made it, listen to me grandma
Security wasn't workin', he failin' his job
He look at God
And I got a call from Universal like "hey this Ferg?"
But Rocky told me if them labels call just curve
I'm sittin' here like "damn Rocky you got nerves"
He got us this far so I'ma trust his word
Then [?] call me "what's up homie?
Got a deal for you like 2 mili"
When Rocky asked get money
Too much money, this half only
Two mil, two mil, I don't know
Grandma I ain't lie
Then Geno called like (?)
Got a deal for us like 3 mili at Polo Grounds
That label do A$AP Worldwide, this shit unreal
Now we signed signed it
Grandma, now we signed it
Wish you was here to smell this air
And I could touch your pretty hair
We could talk for two more years
Push you around in your wheel chair
Momma say hi
"Hey mother, dear"
Your birthday on Christmas
And we shed a tear like every year
Celebratin' your happy years
Hopin' that your spirit clear
When (?) feel it you can touch my nose and brush your clothes
Light flickerin' from the chandelier
You see she blew that candle near
What you don't know you shall feel
But I know my grandma, I ain't scared
Grandma
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma ain't gotta go through pain no more
Arthritis and pain and sores
Bleedin' red, they paint your gauze
Many nights you pray to God
Lord help me, I can no more, I can't endure this pain no more
What about my husband? He want more
Can't stand up cook, can't stand at all
Times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
It was times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
Don't be slick you f*cked that neighbor
Tell me lies, you tell me fables
"You really think I'm stupid?"
I hate you
Take advantage, I'm disabled
What about time I fixed your table
All of them times filled your naval
Coulda had a guy that fixed that cable
But I know you and I love you
Yeah I love you, you spoiled motherf*cker
F*ck them other bitches sucker
Let them other bitches love ya, bitch
I'm good and my kid love me
The only reason why I still really wanna breathe
Even though you love me unconditionally
And I understand the circumstance when it come to me
(I'm sick)
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
All I ever wanted was you here with me through all this shit
Through this life that I live, through this life that God gave me
All I ever wanted was you here with me through all this shit
Through this life that I live through this life that God gave me
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
I would tell her how I made it, listen to me grandma
Security wasn't workin', he failin' his job
He look at God
And I got a call from Universal like "hey this Ferg?"
But Rocky told me if them labels call just curve
I'm sittin' here like "damn Rocky you got nerves"
He got us this far so I'ma trust his word
Then [?] call me "what's up homie?
Got a deal for you like 2 mili"
When Rocky asked get money
Too much money, this half only
Two mil, two mil, I don't know
Grandma I ain't lie
Then Geno called like (?)
Got a deal for us like 3 mili at Polo Grounds
That label do A$AP Worldwide, this shit unreal
Now we signed signed it
Grandma, now we signed it
Wish you was here to smell this air
And I could touch your pretty hair
We could talk for two more years
Push you around in your wheel chair
Momma say hi
"Hey mother, dear"
Your birthday on Christmas
And we shed a tear like every year
Celebratin' your happy years
Hopin' that your spirit clear
When (?) feel it you can touch my nose and brush your clothes
Light flickerin' from the chandelier
You see she blew that candle near
What you don't know you shall feel
But I know my grandma, I ain't scared
Grandma
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma ain't gotta go through pain no more
Arthritis and pain and sores
Bleedin' red, they paint your gauze
Many nights you pray to God
Lord help me, I can no more, I can't endure this pain no more
What about my husband? He want more
Can't stand up cook, can't stand at all
Times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
It was times I heard 'em down that hall
"I heard you down that hall"
Don't be slick you f*cked that neighbor
Tell me lies, you tell me fables
"You really think I'm stupid?"
I hate you
Take advantage, I'm disabled
What about time I fixed your table
All of them times filled your naval
Coulda had a guy that fixed that cable
But I know you and I love you
Yeah I love you, you spoiled motherf*cker
F*ck them other bitches sucker
Let them other bitches love ya, bitch
I'm good and my kid love me
The only reason why I still really wanna breathe
Even though you love me unconditionally
And I understand the circumstance when it come to me
(I'm sick)
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
All I ever wanted was you here with me through all this shit
Through this life that I live, through this life that God gave me
All I ever wanted was you here with me through all this shit
Through this life that I live through this life that God gave me
I'm talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Grandma
Talkin' 'bout my grandma
Grandma
Writer: DAROLD DURARD BROWN, KHALIL RAHMAN, SAM BARSH, SID SRIRAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Don't Mind
[Intro - French Montana:]
You niggas sound crazy to me
You ain't a quarter what you claiming to be
And I don't like it
[Verse 1 - French Montana:]
You talking about me in the streets and I don't like it
You running with them people I don't like it
If she ain't got no cheeks I don't like it
She ain't bringing no freaks I don't like it
[Verse 2 - Fabolous:]
No face no case, dab
No face no case, dab
D-Brown these hoes, dab
D-Brown these hoes, dab
French, Ferg, and who? Fab
French, Ferg, and who? Fab
Setting up that hook, jab
Setting up that hook, jab
[Verse 3 - French Montana:]
French, Ferg, and who? Fab
Came back with a new bag
Frank Lucas blue bag
Came through coupe black
Upper cut two jabs
Paid for two stacks
LV's no strap
Hearing them, who that
[Verse 4 - A$AP Ferg:]
My bitch is too bad
Her booty is too fat
Them new 2 Live Crew
Me, French, and who Fab
Goyard my boo bag
Dior my shoes damn
Iced my tooth
And I Baped out my durag
[Verse 4 - Fabolous:]
From BX to Harlem, ending up in BK
You don't want no problem, cook beef like cheese steak
On me so freaky
[?]
Balling on some new shit, this NBA 3K
[Verse 5 - A$AP Ferg:]
Still go to the PJ's
F*ck a bitch where she stay
Can't come to the new crib
She ain't getting no leeway
Probably f*cked your new bitch
Don't believe what she say
But the bitch a klepto
I seen my shit on Ebay
[Hook - Fabolous:]
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
[Verse 6 - A$AP Ferg:]
Put 40 on my neck, and 20 on her wrist
Black card in her ass, and you can sweat like this
She in love with my crew, but I don't give two shits
And I ain't wear no vest Fab, you can snipe my bitch
[Verse 7 - Fabolous:]
Blowing up my phone wow
Showing up to my home wow
How I'm posed to stop, how
Stop acting crazy, how
Whip on my wrist, wow
Whipping my wrist, wow
Got me popping that Crys-tal
Like its '96 now
[Verse 8 - French Montana:]
I pull up out that pussy tell her hold up
Pull up to the club getting paid like a promoter
We pull niggas throw up
You got a bad bitch I got 30 of those
Red bottoms cost 30 Jordans
[Hook - Fabolous:]
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
You niggas sound crazy to me
You ain't a quarter what you claiming to be
And I don't like it
[Verse 1 - French Montana:]
You talking about me in the streets and I don't like it
You running with them people I don't like it
If she ain't got no cheeks I don't like it
She ain't bringing no freaks I don't like it
[Verse 2 - Fabolous:]
No face no case, dab
No face no case, dab
D-Brown these hoes, dab
D-Brown these hoes, dab
French, Ferg, and who? Fab
French, Ferg, and who? Fab
Setting up that hook, jab
Setting up that hook, jab
[Verse 3 - French Montana:]
French, Ferg, and who? Fab
Came back with a new bag
Frank Lucas blue bag
Came through coupe black
Upper cut two jabs
Paid for two stacks
LV's no strap
Hearing them, who that
[Verse 4 - A$AP Ferg:]
My bitch is too bad
Her booty is too fat
Them new 2 Live Crew
Me, French, and who Fab
Goyard my boo bag
Dior my shoes damn
Iced my tooth
And I Baped out my durag
[Verse 4 - Fabolous:]
From BX to Harlem, ending up in BK
You don't want no problem, cook beef like cheese steak
On me so freaky
[?]
Balling on some new shit, this NBA 3K
[Verse 5 - A$AP Ferg:]
Still go to the PJ's
F*ck a bitch where she stay
Can't come to the new crib
She ain't getting no leeway
Probably f*cked your new bitch
Don't believe what she say
But the bitch a klepto
I seen my shit on Ebay
[Hook - Fabolous:]
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
[Verse 6 - A$AP Ferg:]
Put 40 on my neck, and 20 on her wrist
Black card in her ass, and you can sweat like this
She in love with my crew, but I don't give two shits
And I ain't wear no vest Fab, you can snipe my bitch
[Verse 7 - Fabolous:]
Blowing up my phone wow
Showing up to my home wow
How I'm posed to stop, how
Stop acting crazy, how
Whip on my wrist, wow
Whipping my wrist, wow
Got me popping that Crys-tal
Like its '96 now
[Verse 8 - French Montana:]
I pull up out that pussy tell her hold up
Pull up to the club getting paid like a promoter
We pull niggas throw up
You got a bad bitch I got 30 of those
Red bottoms cost 30 Jordans
[Hook - Fabolous:]
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
If you want me to blow the bag I don't mind
If you want to come f*ck my swag I don't mind
All through the night (I don't mind)
I said all through the night
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Back Hurt
[ Featuring Migos ]
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f*cked her one time, then my homie f*cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
Big bowl of money, I look like big bowl of money
Got a tommy on the Kawasaki, blowing out an onion
Takeoff Frank Lucas, I got 'em itching
They addicted to Bobby and Mr. Whitneys
And they drinking on Actavis what a feeling
Momma told me drink water, flush out my kidney
I'm a lucky bastard, dab, ooh, dagger
Your bitch a happy camper, got an iPhone she a snapper
I know some rappers but know some more trappers
They got more money than you rappers
Talk like that actor you smoking tobacco
My Louboutins stomp you out like I'm a capper
I'm gonna do my dab like the Heisman
I'm gonna coach I'm Quavo O'Ryan
Look at the feds I know that they spying
I'm gonna disappear like I'm the Mayans
Hop in my rocket I bet they can't find me
F*ck all that bullshit and stop with this nonsense
These Benjamins and Jacksons got something in common
All of my niggas about money and violence
For real, for real, for real, this territory shit is real
F*ck how a nigga gon' feel, I'm just gripping on the steel
Think I might go in Beverly Hills
Get a mansion about 28 M's
No Jack and Jill but I done been on the hill
Turn it then I popped a seal
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f*cked her one time, then my homie f*cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
I've been spending every penny
Monday up in Magic City
Sucking on them tig old bitties
Diamonds dancing on me like they Diddy
I've been feeling gritty but I'm looking pretty
I been popping bitches like I'm Pretty Ricky
Got a bad bitch and her name is Nicki
She be with the ménage and come from Philly
Yeah, swear that my father's killing me
All of these racks breaking my back
These dollars signs is crippling me
Yeah, I look in her eyes I'm an enemy
I come from the trap, my niggas attack
You won't recognize your family
I'm a lucky bastard, my car like Dukes of Hazzard
I never had a ghostwriter, I'm afraid of Casper
I f*cked her one time, then my homie f*cked right after
Always keep it real, I ain't never been an actor
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
All these racks make my motherf*cking back hurt
Writer: MIGUEL ANGEL FLORES CURTIDOR, DAROLD FERGUSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Reservoir Media Management, Inc.
Always Strive and Prosper is the second studio album by American rapper ASAP Ferg. It was released on April 22, 2016, by A$AP Worldwide, Polo Grounds Music and RCA Records.
The album was supported by two singles: "New Level" featuring Future, and "Back Hurt" featuring Migos. Other appearances include Missy Elliot, A$AP Mob, Chris Brown, Ty Dolla $ign, Rick Ross and Schoolboy Q, among others.
Performed By:
A$AP FergThe album was supported by two singles: "New Level" featuring Future, and "Back Hurt" featuring Migos. Other appearances include Missy Elliot, A$AP Mob, Chris Brown, Ty Dolla $ign, Rick Ross and Schoolboy Q, among others.
Genre(s): Hip hop
Producer(s): ASAP Ferg, Burd & Keyz, Cashmere Cat, Clams Casino, Danny Wolf, DJ Khalil, DJ Mustard, Foreign Teck, Hagler, Honorable C.N.O.T.E., Jordan Lewis, Lido, Lex Luger, No I.D., Skrillex, Soldado, StarGate, Stelios Phili, TM88, Todd Bee, VERYRVRE
Length: 47:28
Released: April 22nd, 2016
Year: 2016