[ Featuring Main Attrakionz ]
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these f*ckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas
I'm stickin' to these bitches, 'cause I'm sick of all these sisters
I'm sick and tired of tryna survive
I'm sick and tired of my environment
Sick and tired of feelin' deprived
I'm one of a kind, when in my climate
Sick and tired of your façade and all of your lyin' and your diamonds
Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired
A$ap, born in money makin' Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion
Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre
If you disrespect them niggas, then I'm polishin' the nine-trey
And I'm comin' to your casa for your madre and your padre
Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max
A little bit of Wiz, a little bit of that
And a little bit of this, get off my dick
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Once again, Mister Back Sellin' Crack
It's an honor keepin' real nigga music on the map
Street raps, new face, samplin' with no crates
Doubtin' myself cause I don't think the world can relate
To my surprise everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it they push play
The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay
It feels good wakin' up to money in the bank
'Cause last year it was shoe box and lint
I only write raps just to give you niggas hints
Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't, don't cry 'cause I ain't live that wrong
Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song
An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino
I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Okay, look, ayy
Why fuss? I'd rather f*ck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
Seven deuce, waitin' on the bus
Before them boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust
Tryouts, I'm tryna make the Bucks
Purple and the green got me on stuck
So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushin'
Always bouncin' back, got it keep the cushion
And that's somethin' fat, like eatin' all the puddin'
A$AP we got it slap, bruh, good lookin'
F*ck That, A$AP where I come from
456, Ice City slums
Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues
Buyin' Swisher Sweets, no more Honey Buns
Fresh white tee, bright like the sun
Only nigga round here rockin' Mishka
I'm through your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
