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[Intro: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, gang

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
They talkin’ down on my name, don’t let ’em run off with the name
Man I just run with the gang, A$AP boys came with the flame
Gang, gang, they talkin’ down on the gang
They wanna rep with the name, but this ain’t no regular name
Gang, gang, they tryna run with the name
I might pull up with three K, but I do not fuck with no Klan
Gang gang, them boys not flexin’ the same
I’m done with adjustin’ to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!

[Verse: A$AP Rocky]
Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods
In love with my bitch cause she bi
My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes
Cause smokin’ with me, you go blind"
She losin’ her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde
Convincin’ my bitch to go blonde
Was born in the dark, I can’t even open my blinds
On Yams and that’s word to my mom
Margiela Mad Man with cases I’m still tryna beat
A bunch of shit from a long time ago
The bigger they are, the harder they fall
Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos
When it’s my time to go, adios, vamonos
Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with platanos
Dealing with life and its highs and lows
I’m just livin’ like I’m supposed
I guess it’s called livin’, shit I suppose
I’m on my live alone, die VLONE
You talk about spending or buyin’ clothes
I’m ’bout my business but I’m alone
I still had the vision when I was broke, fuckin’ on bitches and foreign hoes
Flyin’ out womens to borin’ shows, I pray to God I don’t overdose
I put A$AP on my tat, I put New York on the map
I put the gang on the flame, they gon’ remember the name
They robbin’ boys for the chain, I got Goyard by the sack
I got the boof by the pack, I fucked your boo in her back

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky]
Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same
I’m done with adjusting to fame, pull up on your set, leave a stain
Gang, gang, I tell her come fuck with the gang
I tell ’em don’t fuck with the gang
It’s time to fuck up the whole game!
(Game, game, game, game)

[Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Khloe Anna]
Gang, gang
They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name
True to truth somehow (gang, gang)
But never truly lied at all, then and now
They tryna front on the gang
Truth somehow
Gang, A$AP boys come with the flame
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now

[Outro: Khloe Anna & Moby]
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
In my dreams, I’m dying all the time
True to truth somehow
But never truly lied at all, then and now
Then I wake, it’s kaleidoscopic mind
But never truly lied at all
But never truly lied at all, then and now
I never meant to hurt you (then and now)
I never meant to lie

[Intro]
This is the E-mix, this is the E-mix, yeah
And this gon’ be your favorite song

[Verse 1]
Memories don’t die but I can’t say the same for you
I been on a positive vibe but this I had to do
I’m down for gettin’ dirty, boy, I came from the trenches
Too pussy to say my name but I heard the description
The shoe fit so I put a outfit on that match it perfect
This shit was a Eazy Call, ain’t no need for hearses
Give ’em what they demand
Bury you where you stand
What kinda nigga is proud to copy another man?
First time you stole my shit, I nevermind it, wasn’t stressin
Second time you did it, okay now this needs addressing
Like any artist with my craft, I work hard
I thought you would understand but you was focused on the car
(Are you stupid?)
I don’t know a person that could make it through the challenges
I see on a daily nigga, you don’t know how bad it is
We live in a day and age where they don’t know what talent is
Yo’ only talent is mimicking anyone that’s talented
Released a couple singles to your fans, you was red hot
Surely had a change of heart the day after your album dropped
Stole a vibe from Trey Songz, took a flow from K-Dot
Kinda sound like Fetty Wap
Dammit, Tory, when will it stop?
(To be honest with you, I take from a lot of musicians)

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 2]
Fast forward second album, you still on that same shit
Every other rap verse suckin’ on that Drake dick
It’s all bad for you, I’m sympathetic
You even stole the song you dissed me on, that shit pathetic
(I don’t give a f—, stole from all you…)
You don’t put no fear in me, nigga
Next time you in the city of angels keep that same energy, nigga
Don’t back paddle from the smoke ’cause I’ll bring it that’s true shit
It’s war time, best believe we ain’t on no truce shit
Before yo’ next move, think twice
‘Cause that bum ass album you got could be yo’ life
That’s on Christ, it’s plenty ways it could go
I put a couple grand on your head
Have some of your old friends become new foes
For me the goons pull up packin’ pieces and kill things
Drop you like a bad connection, you know it’s the real thing
With stains on your shirt, screamin’ out "It hurt"
First you hear that yak yak then after that skrt skrt
As I recall, I been that nigga
When it come to disrespect, I don’t accept that, nigga
Your temperature, I’ma check that, nigga
You Wesley Johnson
This that hesitation before that Harden step back, nigga
It’s Eazy

[Chorus]
And that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane
Said that Eazy Call on the way
Eazy Call on the way
You should stay the fuck out my way
Get the fuck out my lane

[Verse 3]
Hol’ up, hol’ up
Got some more, got some more shit to say
I could take the credit for a lot of niggas’ style
But I got my pub so I’m good for a while
You gon’ have to do more than just say it
If it weren’t for Interscope, yo’ records wouldn’t be playin
You split up your checks like 150 ways
While I’m just signed to myself like JAY-Z
Hella plaques on the wall
Grammy talk, Grammy talk
April 6th, April 6th
Eazy Call, Eazy Call on the way, on the way
Yikes

[Outro]
You should prolly just chill, bro
Just chill, take a L
You gettin’ bodied by a singin’ nigga

[Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for to tell it, you know that I’ma run it
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him

[Verse 1]
Today Friday so you know we on that Clyde and Dodo
I got black and white bitches knockin’ at my door though
I’m in the middle of the room posted with a .44
I got it out in case a nigga wanna take a photo
Remember me and 3Three we used to ride up in a stolo
Now I’m in a two-door coupe, it used to be a four-door
Don’t pay for cable, he want static, tell him let me know though
I’m quick to let a nigga have it, you know I’ma blow though
Late at night I used to sneak out my grandfather window
And I was coolin’ on a flight, and I was hittin’ them licks though
Wasn’t for him I wouldn’t be shit, so I ain’t gotta trip though
Ten thousand dollars, that ain’t shit, I gave him that times three though

[Chorus]
Through the night when it be stormin’
Hopin’ everything could clear up by the morning
Niggas tellin’ lies so I gotta be honest
Ask me for the Tellage, you know that I’ma run it
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him

[Verse 2]
Can’t tote no gun but got that Glock when I’m up in the yo’ though
Plus my PO and the police knockin’ at my door though
I get creative, lace the track just like a blunt of dope though
I told Nini I’m comin’ back, she think I’m with a hoe though
Hundred grand in my pocket when I wanna flex
Back in the day them niggas laughed when I said I’m next
Up with the choppa ‘case that boy try reach for my neck
You know how I pop, fuck that shit, I put his ass to rest

[Chorus]
Turned up like you want it, we pulled up on that dumb shit
Flexin’ on these niggas, pockets full of blue hundreds
Ain’t no goin’ back, you know I’m gon’ keep it comin’
Ain’t no time to wait, so nigga play, we gon’ burn him

[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

[Verse 1: O.T. Genesis]
Whip that soda, ice like polar
Double on motor on the motorola
Got your main thing, took her to boa
Took her to the crib, made her do yoga
I got bitches I know that you ain’t seen yet
Got the 4488 you ain’t see yet
These rappers gonna make me pull out my tennis chain
I’m back and forth with my bitches like a tennis game
I’m killin’ niggas GYG, I put ’em in the hearse
My bitch killin’ you hoes, you know she had it first
I got ’em guns I do the most, yeah I love to roast
I could’ve got the wraith, but it can’t fit my hoes
I came up way up out the mud and turned up like a key
I hit the club and valet tell me I can keep my key
I’ll shoot it out with all these niggas I don’t give a fuck
I got a hundred niggas with me, I don’t give a fuck

[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Verse 2: O.T. Genesis]
Big face rollie, still rock
Air 15, leave a nigga hold up
Got a lotta cash, still move fast
Dope in the pot, spoon in the trash
I’m addicted to the pace, I’m a trap nigga
Why you talk behind my back you should act nigga
Make the money come back like a lap nigga
Treat you like you did good cause I clap niggas
I got shooters on deck and its real fun
Put your fingers in the air, get a real gun
Heard you got a bitch nigga, get a real one
Couple days in a month I hit a million
I done had too much to drink I done fell on her
Had a threesome with my bitch, put Chanel on her
I’m still married to the game, got my ring, yeah
Long clip beat hit his bitch, we can bang out

[Chorus: Future]
I got a thing in the car, I’m boutta bring it out
Fuck what you talkin’ ’bout nigga, we gotta bang it out
I keep my bitch in the house, I’m boutta bring her out
I got whips on whips this year, I’m bout to bring ’em out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bang it out
I’m boutta bang it out, I’m boutta bring it out
I put the mat on the rarri, I’m boutta bring it out
We don’t talk back to no cops, we just air ’em out

[Post-Chorus: Future]
If you ain’t spraying for the gang then we puttin’ you out
I got my jammers inside my shirt, don’t make me bring one out
I got that thing, exotic car, don’t make me bring it out
I put ’em burkins in the closet, told her bring one out, hah

[Intro]

[Verse 1]
Oh holy figure at the edge of my bed
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
Repeating image of you, when I’m alone
I see you calling to me
Then I see nothing at all

[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all

[Verse 2]
Oh holy vision at the end of my bed
She leaned in closely and said nothing to me
I was young, with the sun
I had no reason to run
I see you calling to me
Then I see nothing at all

[Pre-Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all

[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all

[Instrumental]

[Pre-Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all

[Chorus]
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all
Back to the sun, we all drove out to Arizona
Back to the heart of it all (back to the heart of it all)

[Outro]
(Back to the heart of it all)
(Back to the heart of it all)