I'm tired of all these rappers, I'm tired of all these jackers I'm tired of all these dentists, by these *** 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 Sick and tired of trying to survive, I'm sick and tired of my environment Sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, I'm one of my climates Sick and tired of your bizarre, and all of your lying, and your diamonds Basically I'm tired, I'm feeling sick and tired A$AP, going in money make it Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a main attraction Shout my niggas squad up, shout my nigga Madre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishing the nadre And I'm coming to your casa with your Madre and your Padre Caprende, most of these niggas Bengay or they Stranger They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye A 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'm a down to earth nigga, we can kick it Take a hit with me, with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh 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, with me, yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah Once again, Mr. Back selling crack It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampling with no crates 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 bait It feels good waking up to money in the bank Cause last year it was shoebox selling I only write raps just to give you niggas hints 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'ma live that long If I don't, don't cry cause I ain't live that wrong Just a artist in the purest form, I live that song A artist in the purest form, I live that song, baby I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'ma down the earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, with me, uh Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh 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, sip with me, yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah Aye, why I fuss? I'd rather ***, treat her like my enemy I just wanna buss Seven dudes, waiting on the bus Before them boys bend the corner tryna make a buss Tryouts, I'm tryna make the bucks Purple in that green, got me all stuck So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushing Always bouncing back, gotta keep the cushion And that's something phat, like eating all the pudding ASAP, we gotta slap, bruh, good looking *** that, ASAP, where I come from Four, five, six, ice city slums Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues Buying swishes, sweets, no more honey buns Fresh white teeth, bright like the sun Only nigga around here, Iraqi and Michigan I blew your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'm a down to earth nigga, we can kick it Take a sip with me, sip with me, uh Take a sip with me, sip with me, uh 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, sip with me, yeah Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah *