[Intro] Uh, uh [Pre-Chorus] I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing, yeah, I'm faded, yeah, I'm shaded I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass [Chorus] Distorted, distorted records Distorted, distorted records Distorted records, distorted records Distorted records What more distorted records do you have? [Verse] First things first, I done heard the worst things Like if I'm in your top 10, mine's better be the first name Out your mouth, ain't even worth saying Little niggas is my offsprings They deserve a nigga first name, middle name, surname From another planet, birthplace, Cloud 9, hello earthlings My newest President a asshole I guess that's why I'm leaving turd stains My ex used to chill with bad tings All they talk about was bird things Try to put them on the bad brains Bird hoes got the bird brains Everything I do groundbreak Big body make the floor break Big bass make the world shake Flacko out here causin' earthquakes [Pre-Chorus] Uh, I can feel the bass, uh, I can see the fakes Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin Fuck what niggas think, I'm about the bank Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins I can feel the bass [Chorus] Distorted, distorted records Distorted, distorted records Distorted records, distorted records Distorted records

[Intro: A$AP Rocky & T.I.] Gang! Gang They tryna front on the gang! Ayy, anybody ever took the time to ask Rocky what A$AP mean to him? Well if so, he'll probably tell you, "Always Striving and Prospering" A$AP, partna'! Free my nigga, Cap R.I.P Big Phil, R.I.P A$AP Yams Ya dig? (Gang!) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Come fuck with the Mob, shout out to the Lords and the Gods In love with my bitch 'cause she bi My ice like the stars, I tell that bitch, "Cover your eyes 'Cause fuckin' with me, you go blind" She losin' her mind, we kiss to Frank Ocean and Blonde Convincin' my bitch to go blonde Was born in the dark, I kill you, you open my blinds On Yams and that's word to my moms Margiela Madman with cases I'm still tryna beat A bunch of shit from a long time ago The bigger they are, the harder they fall Like dominos, nigga, Geronimos When it's my time to go, adiós, vámonos Flacko no Dominicano but eat the tostones with plátanos Dealing with life and its highs and lows I'm just pimpin' like I'm supposed I guess it's called livin', shit, I suppose I'm on my live alone, die VLONE Ain't talkin' 'bout spending or buyin' clothes I'm 'bout my business but I'm alone I still had the vision when I was broke Fuckin' on bitches and foreign hoes Flyin' out womens to boring shows I pray to God I don't overdose [Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky] I put A$AP on my tat (woo) I put New York on the map (woo) I put the gang on the flames (woo) They gon' remember the name They robbin' boys for the chains (woo) I got Goyard by the sack (woo) I got the boof by the pack (woo) I fucked your boo on her back [Chorus: A$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! [Verse 2: Kid Cudi] I'm free as a bird, I wanted this shit my whole life But had all this stress on my mind Until I realized, things pan out when it's right In the meantime I'ma grind I think of them days when I was so young on my plight Party and bullshit and play Was up in the city, the one that's surrounded by lights Wanted to burn it away Get out of his lane, got no time, don't need no advice Except for my momma Ride for my daughter, she's all I need She got her father, as I grow Hell yeah, I did it, I'm on a roll Thought I'd be up with my nigga, no I'm just gettin' warmed up, let's start the show I'm schoolin' these niggas, so in the zone and I'm rigged to blow A$AP and Cud Life forever though And I'm flossin' and bossin' these silly hoes Learned the codes, serve up the magic for all of those Kids that ain't had someone on they own Hang on the words, you each have your song Grab on and hold on, won't steer you wrong Sing along, sing along, hmm [Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky] I put A$AP on my tat (woo) I put New York on the map (woo) I put the gang on the flames (woo) They gon' remember the name They robbin' boys for the chains (woo) I got Goyard by the sack (woo) I got the boof by the pack (woo) I fucked your boo on her back (woo) [Chorus: A$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 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: Puff Daddy & A$AP Rocky] Uh, my mic sounds nice, check one (woo!) My mic sounds nice, check two (uh-huh, yeah-yeah) Testing, one-two, one-two, let's go (uh-huh, yeah-yeah) (Uh, woo!) Let's go (Uh, uh, yeah-yeah) Let's go My mic sounds nice, check one (yeah, yeah) My mic sounds nice, check two (yeah, testing, testing, woo!) [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Puff Daddy] Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone Smokin' on the homegrown, feeling like I'm all alone Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem!) Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelin's in my bone bone I can tell it, I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?) Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh Shut the fuck up! [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Puff Daddy] My mama named me, my papa gave me cock to take a piss with To fuck ya bitch with, life is different for me, for instance The type of niggas spray his kids in some chicks He wouldn't raise his kids with, that type of twisted sick shit Come on, man [Interlude: Woman & Puff Daddy] What you say, nigga? Time's out Let's start over with this conversation You sound super crazy right now And I got my two kids listenin'? (I'm just playing) You said what? (I said I'm just-) Uh-uh, nigga, you got me fucked up Shut the fuck up! [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Puff Daddy] I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Ya heard?) Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Shut the fuck up! [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Puff Daddy] People really think I'm an asshole, I say anything (c'mon) Truthfully, I just say what I really think Like I'm too fresh, man, to me you're under-class-man (too fresh) Would say, "Suck my dick"—but that's sexual harassment (take that, let's go!) Fuck around and really come through in a murse on ya (come on) Who else you know design ya stage and do your merch over? (Come on) And if you lame, do your verse over (yeah) I changed the game like I'm Kurt Warner (yeah, keep going) I run the game like I'm Time Warner (yeah) This ain't no Teen Choice Awards, slime slide on ya (keep goin', yeah) And make your home for mama's fried roasting And Beams and leans, Mercedes, tomatoes Had keys and grams, just me and Yams (Yeah, come on) [Interlude: A$AP Rocky] And Stevie rest in peace Pickin' off the last collard greens, stress up outta me Now we sellin' out the Coliseum for the dynasty Tell them boys who got it locked and got the key You gotta see behind the scenes, we're in the streets (A$AP) [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Puff Daddy] Peep my repertoire, Uptown espionage Eleanor, Druham, Nickel goin too HAM (c'mon) AK, Jackie Rob, East 11, 99 Lenox Ave, VLONE, Eastside, Wayne Stone (yeah, Uptown) [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Puff Daddy] Stoned-stoned when I'm in my zoney-zone Smokin' on the homegrown, feeling like I'm all alone (yeah) Used to go to Kingdome, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (c'mon, that's right) Listenin' to Bone Bone, feelin's in my bone bone (yeah, yeah) I can tell it, I could give a fuck about a list, ya heard? (Take that, yeah) I could give a fuck about a diss, ya heard? (Ya heard?) I could give a fuck about your clique, ya heard? (Take that) Shut the fuck up 'fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? Uh (take that, take that) [Outro: Puff Daddy] Ayo, we don't give a fuck about none of that shit This is Harlem, motherfuckers (yeah, take that, take that) The fuck you think? (Uptown nigga) Mob, A$AP, same gang, Tone Wop Harlem

[Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it Blunt smoke, smoke weed, codeine, cough Tell that bitch that I'm awesome, better back the fuck up off me Coco, Celine, Tiffany, she flossy Ain't concerned with who bought these Can't forget that she bossy [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] When y'all was buying surfboards trying to ride the wave I was cooking up another fucking tidal wave (brrrr) Had to get entitled motherfuckers out the way Had to take another title, sorry for the wait Barely ever took a break on, fashion like my time need More hours in a day, I apologize if I'm late Tap the vain, whoa, barely look like I'm awake Darker shades, bluer veins, bluer money in the bankroll [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & FKA twigs] I remember I was poor and When I was young and living homeless Now I rock the Ricky Owens Eyes lookin' like he rollin' Got new bags under my eyelids New bags up in my closets New bags like I went shoppin' New bags on new bags Mind's better at seeing two now Needing up on my downtime Hit the waves with the new sound House tunes but its screwed down That's dope (sauce) Take a sec to thank the Lord, 'nother one to call my folks Hit my momma on the phone, she like, "Son you the boss" Focus, don't get caught up in the moment Can't forget that I'm golden, don't forget that I'm chosen [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it [Verse 3: FKA Twigs] They called me a witch, burned me like saffron My matter is golden, a child of the odyssey My touch is righteous, like virus my Midas I'm golden He told me when I'm present I'm chosen So hold me tight, I swear, I'm golden [Outro: A$AP Rocky and FKA twigs] Fuck home, fuck sleep, come clean, zonin' (golden) Can't forget that I'm golden, can't forget where I'm going Fuck popo, police, enemies, fake homies (golden) Can't forget that I'm a OG, better act like you know it

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Get it, text a message, I don't know the number Flexin' on these niggas, every bone and muscle Steady taking shots, but never hurting numbers Even then, y'all don't worry nothin' And I'd like to give a shout-out to my niggas with a game plan And shout-outs to all my niggas with escape plans Uh, twenty bands, rain dance We could either rain check or we can make plans Pockets loaded, rocket loaded, okay, let's rock and roll It's time to go, Lock, Stock and Two Smoking Barrels Locked and loaded, diamonds glowing, chart-climbing on 'em You'd think I'm jumping out the window how I got 'em open Line around the corner, line 'em up the block and over Sometimes I even stop the smoking when it's time to focus My shades, Dior, my pants, velour Create, explore, expand, conquer [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours [Verse 2: Skepta] Yeah, I sold the pack, the loose, the hard (yeah) I listened to X, I peeped the bars (yeah) The snakes, the rats, the cats, the dogs The game's a trap, protect your heart (yeah) I waited in line, return, refine The new design, it's time to shine To shine, to shine, to shine, to shine I hustle, I flex, the world is mine So please believe, allow the greaze These niggas disease, don't speak, we squeeze I make the devil go weak at the knees You hate, you're lame, your loss [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Skepta] Uh, she came, I came, now what's my name? My chain, my pants, my pants with the chain They know it's me, the hat and the shades They heard my voice and they ran to the stage My Vans, my braids, my mans, my babes My girls, my ex, my hoes that I left The way I stepped out the car, that's a flex Give thanks, get fresh, praise the Lord then finesse, bless [Chorus: Skepta] I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours I came, I saw, I came, I saw I praise the Lord, then break the law I take what's mine, then take some more It rains, it pours, it rains, it pours

[Intro: Sample] "Mo—money and the power, money and the power" [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Dean Blunt] Eyedrops, ("Fuckin' with the killas") Teardrops Droptops, ("Fuckin' with the killas") Ice blocks (Beat drop, I drop) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] I was thinking to myself (Calldrops) Maybe I should seek some help Maybe I should blame myself My mistake in stealth is going away ("Don't expect no money") It's going away, it's going away [Chorus: Dean Blunt] Eye drops Teardrops Droptops Ice blocks [Interlude] You used to be so soft This is a prepaid collect call from ("Fuckin' with the killas") You were for (teardrops) An inmate at Florida Correctional Institution This call is subject to recording and monitoring (Uh-huh, yeah, I'm ready, got you on speaker) [Verse 2: Kodak Black & A$AP Rocky] All the pain I went through (went through) Turned to a singer I put it all on my tattoos (tattoos) 'Cause of where I came from If I ain't ever learned before (learned before) (This call is subject to recording and monitoring) Then this will be painful Sleeping in institutions, I lost my baby If that ain't ever woke me up, then it's gone wake me (woke me up) But I'm keeping a light up on my fire, then they took my baby I man on kind, is doing his time, but it's for no reason I mean the kind, that ride the pipe, something you free—something you free—something you free (This call has dropped, to add more credits, please press 1) (Free Kodak) [Produced by A$AP Rocky, Boys Noize, and Hector Delgado]

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] I ain't scared (uh) Real niggas put the clip in and let it go (uh) Real niggas wanna run real (uh) [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky + Kelvin Krash] Real (buck shot) Real niggas from the roll real (ends where they buck shot) Real niggas from the M Real niggas from the home (buck shot) Homeboy you ain't know (ends where they buck shot) Had a bitch suckin' on a lollipop at the bus stop Green Glock, red Glock (buck shot) They ain't really ready for me when I— (buck shot) They ain't really ready for me when I— (buck shot) What the blood clot Niggas know not what nigga want not, yeah From the fort, Fort Knox, this ain't Fortnite Nigga get your shit rocked, nigga Buck shots, uh, uh (buck shot) And my pictures like a mugshot And all my bitches got butt shots [Verse 2: Playboi Carti & A$AP Rocky] Eh, buck shots, left this man dead in the damn lot In the kitchen pourin' up the Wock (eh, yeah) Boom, motherfucker, drop Eh, yeah, buck shots, everybody in this bitch got a mugshot (Hold up, hold up) Push up, now we on your block Bitch, I'm off the bean and the damn Wock [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] Got a clip and it's full (buck shot) Leave a motherfucker in the (ends where they buck shot) Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot) Now I'm bussin' off shots (end where they buck shot) Back in my younger days all I want was braids All my mama want from me was grades (buck shot) They ain't really ready for me when I— (buck shot) One stop, get some drugs and a damn Glock Hold up [Verse 4: Smooky MarGielaa] Oh, got them bullets aimin' at your head top AK-47 try to run up and we send shots (pew pew) Walkin' with my chains out on a opp block I'm with Drippy Drew, don't try run up, you get dropped off Oh, yeah, off Pull up flexin' with the top down I'm with gang with some baddies on a yacht now, yeah Bought a brand new Mulsanne, Gucci down now Nigga, you ain't in my lane, you a clown now, yeah Keep the semi tucked, nigga, what you want now, yeah Bought a brand new gun, it's gon' catch you up, yeah Raf Simons on my feet, I stay feet up, yeah Watch me pull up to the scene, nigga T'd up, oh yeah [Outro: Kelvin Krash] Buck shot Buck shot Buck shot Ends with a buck shot

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Swingin' burning tires leave a third degree And I heard there's bouncin' niggas hatin' wanna murder me They gon' have to take me straight to Satan 'cause I'm blessin' this I feel distressed, then feel no stress, I built this trust They won't come murder me, Hercules [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Juicy J] Mama warned me pop was on me As a shorty (shut the fuck up!) Gettin' guap before when I was fourteen Glock was forty kick-kick Bounce your jaw for plottin' on me hot bologna grits with Problems copper hoppin' on me Cheese from government-ment (what that mean?) Prada on me, choppers on me, croc' on Mauri kicks-kicks (word) God was for me, locks was on me Blew up ever since then (okay, okay) Grew up ever since then Screwed up ever since then Two cups ever since then (Kill 'em Flacko) Nah, big homie Took my time but now, big homie, homies outta line, big homie Money outta pocket, homie, all these niggas pockets, homie Chopper let 'em live, I was only six, when I crept up in the crib Found a Sig, what I did, what I did Cock it homie, now it's in my p-pocket homie I-I got r-rocket on me, dare you nigga, tr-try me, homie For the love of spread, I'ma butter bread Man I prolly should be dead, was it 'cause of what I said? What I- [Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Project Pat] Uzi, FN, Ruger, Draco Euros, pounds and dollars, pesos Money, hoes and power, Draco Violence, rifle, shotguns, Draco "Now can't a nigga see I ain't got no time for games I'm on this Hennessey and I'm quick to shoot dat thang But fuck dat, one of my young niggas'll take the charge I'm stackin' loot, muthafuck lookin' behind some bars" [Interlude: Hector Delgado] Rocky, Rocky Hold on, one second, bro Ha, Rocky, it's Hector, bro Rocky this is Hector, bro We gotta hold on, one second, bro There's an issue goin' on back here [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Grandma was a Catholic, and mama was a Christian (woo) My pop returned to Muslim when he spent some time in prison (no cappin') No Jehovah Witnesses where I'm from, kinda different (woo) They don't leave no witnesses so folks just mind they business These days I just practice all the good from all religion So plead the fifth amendment or you're gonna be the victim So get up off my YKK The President a a-hole (fuck off) Prayin' for a JFK, all we got was KKK AKA AK that you target not from Target but from Walmart Then it's a-ok Fuck them boys no KY with this SK leave them DOA AR in the ER it's the state of mind of every state Say your grace you better pray Guns with the butter, guns for my brother Came from the gutter, cocaine in the buttocks Razor box cutter, play undercover Paint in the hummer, skate wit' your mother [Refrain: Project Pat] "The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain The fact of the matter she blow out the frizzame I keep me some powder so I'm gettin' brizzain" [Outro: Juicy J] What's really butter? The gun or the putter? You hear me? You understand what I'm sayin'? What's really butter? What's really butter? What's really butter? Guns, you can get that butter all day

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Young man, brotha brotha, you gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin', gotta understand, gotta make the plays Stick to it, get through, write yours, ride your wave, just keep it true We'll fight the blues, we'll fight the blues Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' Young man, brotha man, brotha man You gotta fight for somethin', stand for somethin' That's what the poem told me It was a greater poet like you know it but I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I I'd write a song about the banging hoes and then Stay up in the bitches while she dozing [Chorus: French Montana] When I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please" Now we hop out the PJs posted by the P My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back Come back, babe Come back (come back) come back (come back) Come back (come back) babe [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Snoop Dogg] Harlem nights, quick speed, Godspeed Speed of light, Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes Pop (sicles) pop (sicles) for the Klondikes Pop-pop wheelies on the dirty bikes, 15 sellin' China white Cops stoppin' if you opposite of white Pop, pop like you opposite of right Take heed, lil' nigga, lowkey, take lead on them niggas [Bridge: A$AP Rocky & Frank Ocean] Smooth dude riding 'round the boulevard Back in the days was on the train Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave Beautiful, the water's flat like ass is pre-Onika (yeah) You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] Flacko, I wonder how it feel to live or be like you Album number three and keep it G like Q Heard you niggas get fly like G, like 2 Nah, more like 4, like 3, not 2 Shittin' on these niggas like P, like U Drip Raheem and Q, got Hi-C like juice Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too Real niggas bleed like me, like you That's why I got a beam with a green light too I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through I'm just stayin' on my Qs and my Ps like soup Walkin' in my shoes, follow me like suit [Pre-Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Brotha man, young man, let me tell you somethin' Young man, brotha-brotha, gotta fight for somethin' Stand for somethin', brotha understand, God don't make the plays Take the truth, get through, ride your wave, just keep the truth [Chorus: French Montana & Frank Ocean] Remember when I went to my brotha, told him, "Help me please" Now we hop out the PJs, posted by the P My old bitch yellin', "Come back, come back Come back, babe Come back (come back) come back (come back) Come back (come back) babe" [Outro: Frank Ocean] You're a cornstar, all you fuck is corn broads (you fucking pop) Frenchie faux pas cause you ain't had no pa Your deal got catches like an outfielder (Are you, are you, are you?) Getting that God's view from towers Lookin' downward like I'm Donald Trump

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] Uh, posted on the corner like a trapper, uh Why he move his hands all around like a rapper? uh Why he move his pants up and down like a scrapper? uh (Testing, testing, uh-huh, listen) [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] My whole life I just wanted to be a rapper Then I grew'd up and the boy became a rapper And my older sister made me wear the golden wrapper She said, "Watch out, 'cause you know the hoes will trap ya" [Break: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB] To the block—to—to—to the block To the block, ayy, ayy, ayy To the block—to—to—to the block Word, word, word, word, word, word [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB] Got my first pager, that was 1998 Sneaking, talking to my girlfriend way up late (hello) Mama on the mothafuckin' line, "Boy, you cray" I was trappin' since a young nigga by the way Back, way back then, boy, I was a different dude (dude) Standing on the corner like I ain't got shit to do (do) Nowadays (uh-huh) feelin' like I ain't got shit to prove (to prove) All the beef is lookin' minuscule (yeah, yeah, yeah) And I modeled Dior, but I'm still a rapper (yeah) Took a little detour, but I'm still a rapper (yeah, yeah, yeah) Used to be a D-boy but I'm still a rapper My whole life I was livin' like a trapper (trapper) Shacked next to Casanova, locked up on the island I don't brag about it 'cause it never really matter Knew that I would never go back, don't hold back Just shine my golden teeth Just throw my dubs sack, that boof pack That specimen, I could beef with OG beepers, nigga [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] Uh, posted on the corner like a trapper, uh Why he move his hands all around like a rapper? Uh Why he move his pants up and down like a scrapper? Uh Uh, uh, uh-huh [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB] All I ever wanted was some money and some jewels (jewels) Pray my YouTube reach a hundred million views (million) Pray I make a little extra cash for my dues (dues) Like all she ever wanted was some ass for her boo Sneaking, uh, why she freak you? (freaky) uh, why she geeking? Uh, when she see me (see me) why she kinky? Uh, why she wanna be my— Twenty years later and God still ain't make no errors (make it) You could be authentic, it's just living trial and error (you gotta take it) Sitting in the cell, just from snitching on your cello-phone But cozy beeper all I needed (hello) OG beeper all I needed (hello) [Outro: A$AP Rocky & BlocBoy JB] My whole life I just wanted to be that nigga (nigga) All my ex-hoes, they was turning into strippers (bitch) Then the whole time they was fucking other niggas (what) I paid no mind, I'm like fuck them other niggas (fuck 'em)

[Intro: ¿Teo?] Kids are kids, understand Out late, going crazy, kids innocent Kids are kids, understand Out late, going crazy, kids innocent [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] The girls just want fun The boys, we make noise The girls kiss the girls I, thank God, ahh The kids will be alright, just fine I heard about all of the long trials in life All the drugs on my mind All the troubles I can find Still I smile The kids will be alright, just fine All the colors are alive No longer black or white, ahh [Verse: A$AP Rocky] Uh, kiss the kids, call your baby daddy Tell 'em who's daddy Call your pappy, tell him that you happy Shout it loud so they all know how you feel exactly Inside sunny energize Think about it like you feelin' alive On the mama boy, she swear to God Lady said that she ain't into guys Brand new 'cedes with the intercom Table made is for the dinner vibe Ain't a killer so don't kill the vibe Disrespect them, that's a different side Adderall and alcohol (yeah) The teachers called, the doctor called The block too hot, the marshal called See 'em grow and watch 'em crawl [Outro] Parents test the wine The kids do the lines Ahh, alright Ahh, just fine The kids turned out fine The kids turned and run I heard about all of the long trials in life All the drugs on my mind All the troubles I can find Still I smile The kids will be alright, just fine Smoke weed, pour a line The kids turned out fine I, pour a line I, lose my mind

[Intro: Thug Life] From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Uh-huh, yeah, uh-huh All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome Pay the hoe my dues, I brought my own funds When it's time to war, I brought my own guns Difference is I'm ghetto but I'm wholesome Nigga say I switched up like I'm on some Why you always treat me like I owe some? Truthfully you only wanna hold some Whip it like I've been a slave Bucking from the twelve like I've been afraid Hold up, roll up, burn out, couple minutes saved Kept a pre-paid on my hip them days 143rd in front on Minisink Cam'ron had us wearing pink From the cradle to the grave Putting work, hustle round the corner where my nana stay Couldn't work, open up shop from the corner store Make 'em renovate where the killas stand Fuck a lemonade but they cook it by the Minute Maid Couple niggas hate But the best form of flattery is when you imi- When you imitate, ayy [Chorus: Dev Hynes & A$AP Rocky] Tell me how it gonna be Get like me, tell me how it's gonna, how it's gonna be Tell me how it gonna be Like me, tell me how it's gonna be Tell me how it gonna be, oh I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store Tell me how it gonna be I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave Busy gettin' paid, niggas don't shade, nigga I'ma have it– [Interlude: Thug Life] From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] With my back against the wall, nigga, I'ma ball Show you how to mob, got it with the squad (yeah) Never had a job, but I kept a broad When I went in Saks, went and copped it all My cougars had me lit, kept a PYT Your mama on my dick, prettier than a bitch And I'm overseas, and I had a ball Seein' overseas hoes (really litty lit, uh) We ain't counterfeit like we have face tats, how you name go when Where your hoes, why your chain don't spin? Light them up, really like 'em all Nigga, like it all, nigga, like it, tell her get like me [Chorus: Dev Hynes & A$AP Rocky] Tell me how it gonna be Get like me, tell me how it's gonna, how it's gonna be Tell me how it gonna be Like me, tell me how it's gonna be Tell me how it gonna be, ohh I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store Tell me how it gonna be I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave Busy gettin' paid, niggas don't shade, nigga I'ma have it– [Outro: A$AP Mob] Ball! Ball, nigga, Ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball! Bow, wow, bow, wow, bow, nigga, bow! Bow, nigga, bow! (shoot) bow (pew)

Part I [Intro: Dev Hynes & A$AP Rocky] Changes I'm goin' through changes I'm goin' through changes I'm goin' through changes I'm goin' through changes Always changin' faces I'm goin' through phases I'm goin' through changes Changes I'm goin' through changes All those changin' faces I'm goin' through phases [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me Change, she could feel a change in me So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Love comes with a price tag and a barcode Still love you when we part though Blame me like it's my fault Still o-, still okay Walk around like your heart cold Hop around like your parkour Still o-, still o-kay Still o-, still o-kay Still o-, still o-kay Still o-, still o-kay (changes) Still o-, still o- Look, I got a text from this girl I used to see Sayin' that she chose this other guy with whom she wanna be with Look, I apologize, but this message fucked me up Then I would skeet-skeet every girl after replying, "Best of luck to ya" Fast forward couple months I'm like, "Wassup witcha?" 'Cause somethin' changed I know ya feel it (feel it) But really it's been a lil' minute Ain't nothin' changed but the address My neighbors hate how I be livin' (livin') Mad it's a loud rich nigga in the buildin' Like fuck all the other tenants (runnin') Bought mines, boy, you rentin' (runnin') Rich niggas in their feelings (runnin') Rich niggas in their feelings (woo) Bags packed, knapsack packed like I'm leavin' home They ain't wanna let me go, I guess you need me more I was on the road on tour (tour) She just said I changed for the worst Rain flags, rain backs, fact guess you need it more Had to let your heart go, I guess you need it more [Bridge: A$AP Rocky and Dev Hynes] (I'm going through changes) Sweetest smile (Always changing phases) Upside down (I'm going through phases) I'll be cruel to you (I'm going through changes) Don't know if you love me or not Part II [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky] These ain't monkey bars, from no fuckin' kiddy parks Itchin' with the chicky pox, nigga, shittin' on 'em, need my litty box Mink on, see the fox (oh, that's how you feel, nigga) '03 Bentley Park, by the candy shop, vicky, Vicky Fox Time to give them what they want Rakim Allah mixed with Biggie, Pac Weird nigga from the block, uh Square bitches give me box, uh She pussy pop to Iggy Pop You pussy niggas really pop [Bridge 2: A$AP Rocky] Thanks for the light, waitin' for the light Change for a lifetime (what a wonderful life) Thanks for the night, drinks for the night Waitin' for the right time (what a wonderful life) (Changed for the better changed for the worse) So far I done been and feelin' change, changes So far I done been and feelin' change, changes Part III [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky] My biggest distractions is that I get distracted People suing me for shit that didn't happen I wonder how the world would be if they didn't have me (fuck this shit) Wake up to my explore page See my exes engaged, or either gettin' married Or had a baby with some nigga Or either three months, post-natal post, post-nup, that little nigga pappy I wonder if they really happy or just gettin' at me [Chorus: A$AP Rocky] So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me Change - she could feel a change in me So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me Change - she could feel a change in me So long since I’ve seen her, she can feel a change in me [Outro: Dev Hynes] Changes Goin' through changes Goin' through changes Goin' through changes

[Intro: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] Know what I'm sayin' Got jealous of a nigga or something tryna... Check it, whole lot of jewelry, my time nigga Tryna surpass me, real shit Don't do all that talking nigga Clams Casino, nigga, A$AP A$AP nigga, fuck you talkin' 'bout? Meet me at the finish line you dig Pew [Verse 1: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] I say motherfuck you niggas for the hate that you investin' (yeah) Fuck police cause he probably wanna arrest me (check it out) Fuck the prison system, this injustice was ingestive (slatt) All black tuxes, get the white collars jealous like All my role models either dead or in the pen' I had no choice to be the nigga that I am Stuck with bros, stuck the code (yeah) 'Cede emblem on the fender (yeah) Couple fans in the hood I got no choice but to vent Going in front to back, at events, fuckin' packed With the hits back to back, Where the gas, roll the Back Gold on gold, platinum plaques (uh) On the road after that (yeah) She on a pole on a roll, make it clap, bring it back (hold up) Real bitches where you at? Real niggas where you at? Makin' niggas send a couple, real niggas where you at though? How could I not be negative when I don't trust my relatives? Niggas want settlements and bitches want like seven kids [Chorus: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] Fuck fake people, I'ma go ahead and address it (fuck 'em) Fuck you too just because you never said it (yeah) God hate evil, you just blowin' all your blessings Black tux, white collar formal on the wedding (yeah) [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] Time to divorce (time to divorce) Line up the courts (line up the courts) Tuxedo, don't try to support them Don try to support them When it start to go off Come fuck with your boy (yeah) [Bridge: A$AP Rocky] I'ma shine through it all Shine and all Takeoff, lightyear Shootin' star Shine and all, shine and All [Verse 3: A$AP Rocky & Playboi Carti] To the cathedral, tux like I'm married (tux on like I'm married) Don't got a ring on but it feel like I'm married (ring on my finger) To the cathedral, tux like I'm married (like I'm married) Know when that ring involved, know that it married (yeah) Fuck views and opinions I'm willin' to die, seemin' to shake off the image But when I'm inside, pretendin' to smile I feel the same high from the vengeance I mean, I know we're both grown, like who are we kiddin'? Goodbye to the crack way The picket fences, kids in the kitchen 'Cause in this world, I feel lost I'm feelin' trapped in my thoughts (yeah) I don't know who to trust, just got my word and my balls (yeah, yeah) This is hell and a ho I know this the life that we chose But lovin' the life that we livin' We'll make it in the beginnin' Save me the tux Save me the tux for the endin' Endin'

[Intro: A$AP Rocky] I've been busy (busy, busy) I've been fuckin' busy, I've been busy fuckin' I've been all kinds of busy, or sorta kinda busy Like shorty is we fuckin'? Well if not then fuck it Apologies to the fam, we thought we ducked 'em Said I was in a rush but I was busy rushin' It's busy shit, busy that, busy this And I need a minute (hold on) [Chorus: Lauryn Hill & A$AP Rocky] See this what that voice in your head says When you try to get peace of mind "I gotta find peace of mind" (ooh, going to find) "I gotta find peace of mind" (I'm going to find) "I gotta find peace of mind" (yeah) [Verse 1: Frank Ocean] Spendin' time spinnin' out toward, a desire that wasn't pure Born before the virus was cured, pitch perfect, violins on the floor Fast forward, linings on my skull This the type of design I could afford Fast forward, bands out Got they hands out like they acknowledgin' the Führer Rewind Nas track 6, rewind dance crazes Read my mind, freed my mind, feed my mind, makes sense Just like mirrors on the wall, just like sittin' on me Raw in mirrors seen it all, could make two, a piece of mind Flickin' ash, pourin' a half, don't pour in a glass Pour it in foam, that's white like eggshells in my omelette My earlobes, they yellow like the yolk is runnin' Brain on drugs, I still ain't got no peace of mind, fuck Woof, woof—dogs in the place, loose tooth—lost in the fray Roof lost on the Wraith, roof lost on the way Freeway, no Rozay, brute force, Brüt champagne Tell the front desk to cut new keys Reserved in the Mercer for two years, in two suites Took out the bed like it's fuck sleep I'll smack a bitch like it's hot hands Fired the label like fuck brands Comfortable low nigga, fuck Xans Comfortable slow, who the fuck ran Nothin' is sweet, nothin' in tank sweet, it's just a tank P Salt on a slug, soda on slugged teeth, chewing on nothing You're tweakin' or somethin', you're reachin' for somethin' You're speakin', speak up then, you're thinkin', you’re overthinkin' One blink and I'm precummin' That could turn every no one into someone [Chorus: Lauryn Hill, Frank Ocean and A$AP Rocky] "I gotta find peace of mind" (ohh, do do, do do, oh) "I gotta find peace of mind" (oh, oh) "I gotta find peace of mind" (oh, oh) "I gotta find peace of mind" (you make my heart desire pure) "I gotta find peace of mind" (you make my heart desire pure) I just need peace of mind for my purity "You make my heart desire pure, just tell me" "You make my heart desire pure, just tell me" [Verse 2: A$AP Rocky and Lauryn Hill] Memories burn the roaches Cheer Hennessy for my old heads Amphetamines for the dosage Keepin' me up and focused Jewelry cloth, my gold caps NY throwback like the old Fab "I'm undone because" Lost in the Google Maps in your iMac, think my phone tapped Hold up, hold that (hold on, my nigga, hold that—) thought Nigga, pour up soda, nigga, hold that cough, tryna hold back The call had dropped when the FaceTime paused, don't call back Can't cope when your heart broke Soft-spoken, roll somethin', cop somethin', Narco Saint life Joan of Arc, bro, ring barcode Two of everything, should have been to blame when Noah's Ark broke Two more drinks of everything before the bar closed Face-to-face with my demons at a barstool Haven't checked on my niece in weeks Months past and months in between since me and my sister would speak Not a call or visit in weeks, lost, nothin' since the September last Seen her September '16, man it feels like "I'm undone because" Lose someone every release, it feels like the curse is in me (A$AP) Press is gone and I grief, I share with you my peace [Outro: Lauryn Hill] "I'm undone because—" "I'm undone because—"