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I’m laughing at whoever doubted me
Ben Franklins kickin it round me
She trying to get close to me
Honestly, she trying to fuck whoever around me
I’m losing count it’s taking too long to count it I need an accountant
That probably won’t work I don’t trust bitches fuck around just have to count it out

Semi matic blow that, shift it, then hop out the bush like a rabbit
Member I had to make pallets
Double g pattern my jacket easy run up get wrapped like a packet
Im running by you I lapped you
Finna start walking you should keep running
Offset Vellanos frame keep rubbing

Can’t see my GPS phone keep jumping
Ain’t shit but yo woman tryna talk about nothing
We already fuck we can’t talk about fuckin
Hit that, rotate, skate, relocate
I’m on that bag ain’t slept in like 4 days
4nem on that they ain’t takin off no days
Pull up this whip you see at a showcase
Only got hundreds just fly through the Tollways

Come in here brain on door ways
Knew I had it when I was on 4way in 4th grade with some bitches from the 6th grade
Spinning them hoes like a tornado
I blow a bitch like a grendade though
She tryna kick it like Fernando
I’m in Miami not Orlando
Roc finding slots in the Durango bitch

(Too much fucking racks on me)
Need me a debit my knot ain’t gone fit
She need a edit she not up on shit
Stay on that porch you can’t come out that fence
1k Givenchy lil hoody ain’t shit
Dragon belt snakes Gucci and shit
Find him in lakes on Google and shit
He play with that cake and we thru wit his shit

Bitch play with that cake and we thru wit you
Put her to work like she sit in a cubical Skrt off this far from a suburu
Hit her throw her in uber pool
She know my time be coming soon
She let me go rising like a balloon
In the cut shining like a spoon
Run up wit wilding like a coon

Really I barely do use them
Sweeprs stay in the cut like a broom
Fuck her never do need em ain’t pay a dollar swiping the room
2 seater wet like what a boat on
I keep a rack like what a coat on
She want to nag bitch you can go home
I’m in my bag been in it so long

Bitch
I’m in my bag been in it so long
Cdot man honcho gang shit takeover gang you already know what the fuck going on man Takeover the mixtape
Aye

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Let’s go

[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
We on a new level with the C-notes
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
T-Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
What up, what up?

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
My generation’s stuck on stupid
Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

My life good, so good
I know, I know, I know yeah yeah

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 1]
Hit the kitchen, hit that rock up
You remember we was locked up
He a trusty, got his own broom
My lil nigga coming home soon
Track through the path
Whip through the class
Pot on the stove
Stretch like a rag
Came in a foreign, left in a jag
Took her to the store, left with a bag
I ain’t gone trip about them bills, I’m like fuck that shit
I ain’t gone talk about my ex, i’m like fuck that bitch
Thank god so I pray
We done came a long way, aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Verse 2]
What kind of car I’m about to buy today?
Drunk but I’m about to get high today
Said she want to see a nigga right away
I got to fly today
Get to miles up, money pile up
All these niggas stuck
Why you wined up?
Thought it was luck, never gave up
Should have been a bag, cuz I’m too clutch
Watching how these fuck niggas try to look at me
Got that 45 ain’t nobody booking me
I done came a long way
Please don’t make a nigga spray aye aye

[Hook]
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed
Maserati, Rolls Royce, skurr, first class, birdbath
I’m too blessed to be stressed
I’m too blessed to be stressed

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 1]
Yeah, they tryna fuck me
Prayin’, hope they get lucky
Hopin’ I crack
Nah, I’ll never do that
They showing me pictures of faces
Bringing up old ass cases
Tryna make me write a statement
Reading other niggas’ affidavits
Why you sing with Gotti, ain’t you the mob?
You know you wrong
What you doin’ it for the money or something?
What you tryna get on?
I been had the streets in a headlock
Fuck you mean is I’m tryna get on?
Look I go where I wanna go, do what I wanna do
Cause nigga I’m grown
See real niggas link up and get some money
The fuck is you on?
And niggas can’t tell me who to fuck with
Cause I got this shit on my own
And I was in the streets grinding before I was shining while you was at home
And I’m the type of nigga smack the shit out you
Or put one in your dome

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Verse 2]
Mad ‘cause I got my ass in
Same nigga talkin’, same nigga would’ve broke the pen
I’ma shoot my thirty-two, that’s why my clip extend
Bullets with the blue tip will take off a nigga’s skin
Will take off a nigga’s head, I’m like fuck you and your man
All that yelling in your rhymes make it hard to comprehend
I just got to ask this question, why you in your feelings though?
Why you on social media actin’ like you do, but don’t want smoke?
Same niggas act like bitches, same ones get treated like hoes
Sending shots through a post
All on Twitter doing the most
Asking questions, I ain’t with it
What you ridin’? how you livin’?
How much you got? What you spending?
Who you rock with? who you not with?
Who you shop with?
Ain’t with the questions, you need to stop it

[Hook]
How long you been rappin’?
A lil minute, why, why you ask me that?
Are you still trappin? Huh?
I heard you went and got the bust down Rollie
I did, how you know that?
Boy how you went got it? I been grindin’
How you fuck with Gotti, he from the other side, he’s my nigga
Man how that shit happen? Don’t worry ‘bout it
Is you really breakin’ bread with your team? I am
Or are you just cappin’? I’m good
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me questions, man I don’t even reply to ‘em
They askin’ me, askin’ me
They askin’ me ‘bout drugs, I don’t do none’ but lie to ‘em
They askin’ me 21 questions
Over and over, I don’t do the confessions
They tryna switch up on the story
To fuck up my words, they tryna finesse me

[Intro]
Ayo big bro, you fucking with that? Hah, okay cool
That’s my fucking brother right there, ya dig?
Dexter, ooh, wait

[Verse 1: Famous Dex]
Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, groove
Baby girl watch how you move
I got them vets on my shoes (I do)
I pop a pill then I lose it (Wait)
Speed it up (Speed)
Look at the diamonds, they eat it up (Eat)
Grab me two bitches, I beat it up
They thinking I’m wifing, deleted ’em (Uh-wait, ooh)
Pints in, call up Rocket, ooh (Uh-what)
My brother plug like a socket (Ooh)
Geeking this dope, yeah I got ’em
Open the safe, you can’t lock it (What)
Sippin’ that Wock, yeah I go to the top
Bust on yo bitch like a Glock (Ooh)
She like to suck on my clock
I get the money don’t stop, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
Hah, know I’m saying?
Like, I know you like this beat too
But you a fuckin’ goofy though (fucking lame ass nigga)
Uh-wait

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
Word around, word around, word around town
I heard this boy was a clown
Swim in yo bitch once I drown
Call up my plug for the pounds
Odd Future, yeah, it’s right on my clothes
Bad bitch, yeah, I watch her do coke
Broke as hell, I used to sleep on the floor
I never do it no more, ooh
Telling you broke, it’s no joke, ooh
I used to kick in that door, wait
Now I’m selling out these shows
Water my wrist, Fendi right on my clothes, huh
Hold up lil mama, you tweaking
A bad bitch, Puerto Rican (Puerto Rican)
Get her off molly, she geekin’
Call up your friend, yeah we chill for the weekend, Dexter

[Interlude: Famous Dex]
You know I’m saying
Like, no no no, we can only chill for the weekend
Then you gotta go
Call your friend too, Dexter

[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
Order VLONE, color orange mango label
Rotary phone, in my old school Mercedes
Smoke OG grown, when I’m Californicating
I got 3 phones, business, conversation, and relation
Hold up, wait a sec, wait a min, wait a tick
Jacob my wrist, nothing was fake on my wrist
Four finger ring on my hand
Say what you say to my wrist, talk to the hand
Don’t wanna resort to the hands
What the face say to the fist
(I’m Rick James bitch!)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
A fifth of the tab
Suck on her tits
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix

[Verse 4: A$AP Rocky]
Speed it up, speed it up, speed it
Up
Just in the track and I beat it up
Acne my jacket from Sweden (Huh?)
My chick don’t exactly know English
They ain’t ’bout that action no beefin’
I might as well go back to vegan
My shit might go platinum first week
Play that shit back and repeat it (Uhh)
Word around, word of mouth, word around town
You the one doing all the murder round town
Pulling up, shoot ’em, leave the burner down town
Shoot em like the birdie, cause they all fly south
Whippin the, whippin the, whippin the wrist
I’m fucking your bitch and I’m up in your fridge
I only tell stories to tuck in the kids
So how in the fuck can they fuck with the kid?

[Outro: A$AP Rocky]
Ha, funny and shit
[?]
I’m back in my bag
Went back to the pad
Watched Dexter’s Lab on the flix