| I’m so happy, you know um |
| You know I looked at the crowd and you know |
| I look at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions |
| And I know that damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas |
| Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers |
| Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers |
| And I’m sick of all these hipsters, I’m sick of phony niggas |
| I’m sticking to these bitches, cause I’m sick of all these sisters |
| I’m sick and tired of tryna survive, I’m sick tired of my environment |
| I’m sick and tired of feeling deprived, I’m one of a kind, when in my climate |
| I’m sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamonds |
| Basically I’m tired of feeling sick and tired |
| ASAP, 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 nadre |
| And I’m coming to your casa for your madre and padre |
| Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange |
| They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max |
| Little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, 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, take a hit with me |
| Ain’t on stage behind the scene, I’m probably mixing lean |
| Chilling with my niggas, with my team |
| Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me |
| Once again mister back selling crack |
| It’s an honor keeping real nigga music on the map |
| Street raps, new face, sampled with no craze |
| Doubting 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 waking up to money in the bank |
| Cause last year it was shoe box and lint |
| I only write raps just to give you niggas hits |
| Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney |
| My album coming November, that’s 20 years of memory |
| And that’s assuming I’mma 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, take a hit with me |
| Ain’t on stage behind the scene, I’m probably mixing lean |
| Chilling with my niggas, with my team |
| Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me |
| Why fuss? I’d rather fuck |
| Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust |
| 7 deuce, waiting on the bus |
| Before the 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 2 step, move my foot and keep it pushing |
| Always bouncing back, got it keep the cushion |
| And that’s something fat, like eating all the pudding |
| ASAP we got it slap, bruh good looking |
| Fuck that, ASAP where I come from |
| 456, Ice City slums |
| Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues |
| Buying swisher sweets, no more honey buns |
| Fresh white tee, bright like the sun |
| Only nigga round here rocking |
| 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, take a hit with me |
| Ain’t on stage behind the scene, I’m probably mixing lean |
| Chilling with my niggas, with my team |
| Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me |
| This go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little darlings |
| The little kids running around in the schoolyards, I love you |
| Keep it good, keep it good kids cause you know I love you, |
| I’mma always love you, forever |