Asap Rocky Canal St.

[A$AP Rocky:]

Yeah, live through the strugglin’, life’s a every day (hustle)

I hustle every day in life, thinkin’ back

Takin’ packs up the block, them older niggas said I couldn’t (hustle)

Man fuck ’em niggas, I’ll be back, strapped backpack

Bitch, I’m flippin’ work, hand in hand, I think they call it track (hustle)

Racin’ laps, re-up went to waste, it pays to make it stack

Face the fact, there’s always niggas out there, tryin’ to knock the (hustle)

I guess that’s why they say we trap, don’t let niggas hold you back

I’m just a kettle from the ghetto with no pot to piss in

So who am I to call it black? Black man, black male

Black ball, black opsy, black diamonds glistenin’

Attract the pigs and all the rats, kitten scratch

I went from roaches on my bump to red brooches on the cuff

On my tux, chauffeur pullin’ up, no if, and’s or buts about him

I went to Paris for my trunks, 100 thousand spend on Goyard

Used ’em once, couldn’t give a shit, damn or fuck about ’em

Hit Canal Street, vintage gold medallion

Smokin’ blunts in front of public housin’

Wildin’ ’til they throw me in them cuffs

Mouth full of fronts, look like Master P up in my Cartiers

Diamonds shinin’ in the frames

Changed the game and made them say (uhh)

Ain’t no limits to this shit, life’s a flick, you’re stickin’ to the script

My life is like a movie, they should film me through it

Take a pic, be sure to frame the shit, forever me, was always G

Way before this famous shit, y’all just pretend to do it

[Bones:]

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

[A$AP Rocky:]

Rap game like the crack game, swear it’s all the same (hustle)

Whippin’ soda through the pot, watch it bubble

Flexin’ muscle, hit the block, I bet I teach you niggas how to (hustle)

Sellin’ coca on the charts, watch it double

Uh, takin’ meetings on my bus, this shit my mobile office

Gettin’ head while at my desk, this shit my oval office

I remember when I got a hundred for recordings

Now the sum of my performances just put me on the Forbes list

Fuck jiggy, I’m flawless, fuck pretty, I’m gorgeous

Your favourite rappers’ corpses couldn’t measure my importance

My mind is out in orbits, plus my ego got endorsements

Heard the people want that raw shit, but y’all be talkin’ bullshit

[Bones:]

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

You say you got them guns, but I’ve never seen you bang

You say you got them drugs, but I’ve never seen you slang

You say you in that game, but I’ve yet to see you play

You say you going hard, but nobody feels the same, yeah

Asap Rocky Angels

[Hook]

Ten gold chains, wood grain propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

[Bridge 1]

I’m the dope mane bitches sniffin’ cocaine

All my young niggas know that they could all weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

(Call me, call me, call me) All weigh, all weigh

[Verse 1]

If, if, if you see me trucking bitch

They call me young drug dealer

They call me young thug nigga

24 karats my slugs glitter

24 years old worth a couple million

Shouts out to my cuz’ niggas

Finna’ let it fly for my blood niggas

Middle finger up to you fuck niggas

If you a trill nigga, then fuck wit’ us

Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet

Wit’ a pistol on him prolly’ wouldn’t even pull it

Heart made of puddin’ mean muggin’ wit’ a hoodie

Like what’s goodie

Tryin’ to be the motherfucker that you couldn’t

Knowin’ you

Down to let it fly when I shouldn’t

All my young niggas they gon’ rep it to the fullest

[Bridge 2]

Tell a fuck nigga be you fuck tough be cool

All the young niggas in crew they down to let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me

They let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me

They let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me

They let it fly

For a nigga like me, jiggy young like me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that

Hood by air man I started that

Niggas claim they the God of black

Well your name is purple I’m the God of that

Gave you my back nigga’ pardon that

Fuck that shit I brought mobbin’ back

I brought robbin’ back, I brought the Garden back

Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back

Rollin’ in my Benzo

Hoes on the curb a couple of friends

Rollin down my window

Yo whats the word, fuck it get in

Ride round wit’ these bimbos

She give head to my kin folk

Shout outs my connect tho’

Keep a watch out for them Winslows

Cause’ the boys gon’ creep

D-boys gone’ serve

Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve

Imma’ get by while the world gon’ turn

Imma’ get mine like you gon’ get yours

Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve

Niggas in the streets when the heat got burned

[Bridge 2]

[Hook x2]

Asap Rocky Brotha Man

(Yeah yeah)

Brotha man

Brotha, brotha

Gotta fight for somethin’

Stand for somethin’

Brotha, understand (no)

Gotta make the place

Take the truth (take the)

Get through

Right

Just keep the truth

Fight the blues, 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 greater poet that you know

I’d rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I

I’d rather talk about the banging hoes and then

Stay up in the bitches while she dozing

[French Montana:]

When I went to my bros

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old bitch yellin’ come back

Come back, come back, babe

Come back

Come back (come back)

Come back (come back), babe

[A$AP Rocky:]

Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed

Speed it like Grease Lightnin’, leather on my six-speed bike

Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes

Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes

15 sellin’ china white

Cops stoppin’ if you opposite o’ white

Pop pop like you opposite o’ right

[Snoop Dogg:]

Take heat lil nigga

Lowkey take lead on a nigga

[A$AP Rocky:]

Smooth durag ’round the boulevard

Back in the days on the train

Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave

[Frank Ocean:]

Beautiful, the water’s flat like acid pre-Onika (ye-ah)

You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker

[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 bangin’ on my Qs and my Ps, like soup

Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

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

[French Montana (Frank Ocean):]

When I went to my bros

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted 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

[Frank Ocean:]

You’re a cornstar

All you fuck is corn, parched

You fall apart

Frenchie faux pas

‘Cause you

Ain’t gotta know pa

(Are you?)

The dealer got catches like an outfielder

(Are you?-are you?-are you?)

God’s view from towers

Lookin’ down, like I’m Donald Trump

Asap Rocky Been Around The World

[Bridge:]

Don’t cry dry your eyes call me a jerk

Not cause the size of my jeans but how I hurt ya

I know this relationship is never gonna work

But I plant thoughts in your head that only do ya dirt

And I said this once before we make the perfect team

We barely get along forever makin scenes

Your cryin on my sleeve what does it really mean

It doesn’t really matter to me

[Hook:]

Cause I go I go all around the world

Fuck different girls, cause when they see ya boy they scream

And as sad as it seems it doesn’t really matter to me

Cause I know I know there’s the perfect girl

Who I can share my soul with but I can only see in my dreams

And as sad as it seems it doesn’t really matter to me

[Verse 1:]

Now you can cry me a river or cry me a ocean

Maybe the Pacific that’s just to be specific

I gotta keep it pimpin these hoes they say I’m trippin

I don’t care about your nails your new hair-do your lipstick

Dip dip next ho they be on my dick like

All on my testicles I can’t even piss right

After we fuck you won’t see me again after this night

Real niggas know what I mean

[Hook]

[Bridge]

[Verse 2:]

Now you can go go where you want front who the one gotta get that vibe

Girl I hit that quit that hotter hit that niggas know how I keep it live

Live try dis suprised but she just say I’m on her eyes

Whenever get it in that prada or [?]

Now I be the man peter man I fly high cause you like my drift

She know how I do it cause I got pizzaz and I’m so swift

Get her girlfriend in this whirlwind how we spin

It don’t really matter cause I’m pimpin bitchin till the end

[Hook]

Asap Rocky A$AP Forever

[A$AP Rocky:]

Gang, gang, gang

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’s, 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 to 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 gang

Come fuck with the Mob

Shoutout 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 buncha 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 talkin’ 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 (woo)

I put New York on the map (woo)

I put the gang on the flame (woo)

They gon’ remember the name

They robbin’ boys for the chain (woo)

I got Goyard by the sack (woo)

I got the boof by the pack (woo)

I fucked your boo in her back

Gang, gang, them boys not flexing the same

I’m done with adjusting to fame

Pull up to 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 gang

(gang gang gang)

Gang

They tryna front on the gang, they gon’ remember my name

Gang, gang, gang

They tryna front on the gang

Gang

A$AP boys come with the flame

[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

True to truth somehow

But never truly lied at all, then and now

I never meant to hurt you

Then and now

I never meant to lie

Asap Rocky Electric Body

Yeah, this year we finna make a killin’

Now the money stack up to the ceilin’

All I know is payback, all I rep is A$AP

Now we finna go off in the buildin’

I could really give a fuck about your feelings

This’d be a schoolboy and a rude boy too

Not a jerk like the new boys, groovin’ like Schoolboy Q, nigga

I done killed a few boys, nigga

Down a couple shots, turn it up another notch

Got a bitch that’s in the spot and she faded

Yeah, corset top with the new ass shots

Couple Instagram likes, now she famous

Nose job, workin’ on some payments

On a new car, now she finna trade it

Next time, you shouldn’t’ve sucked a nigga dick for free

Man, I swear the smart girls are my favorite

(Oh, my God, your cable’s turned off

You shouldn’t’ve sucked the nigga’s dick for free)

Brand new ‘Rari, finna race it

I am not the nigga you should play with

This year, I turned it into the races

All I wanna see is green faces

All I wanna count is green numbers

Man that shit is weird, lookin’ like the Matrix

Gave ’em high power, Always Strive And Prosper

Only took a little bit of patience

[Hook:]

Shorty she like to pop ass high

Popped her way up to first class high

She clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, she drop it low

Then she clap-clap-clap-clap-clap, down to the floor

Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet

Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet

Shake that ass girl, make that coochie wet

[Schoolboy Q:]

Ever seen a crib like this? Diamonds in my ear like wrists

Pull off at the light like, ‘Wuh’, lookin’ like a mil in that trunk

Two-seater got me lookin’ all clumped, hit a nigga wig on sight

Serve a nigga mom off work, I’ma get it so high, I’m Christ

Nigga, ball so hard like Mike, I could whip that bitch like Ike

I can fuck your bitch off hype, pink ring, got bling all right

How a hot nigga rock this ice? 14, almost got that strike

14, almost did that time, 14, had a 905

Clip small, but the shit shoot fine

Shoot a spine, make a nigga recline

Start sparkin’, a nigga go blind, G Ride, hoppin out of Nissans

Do I got them hoes chirpin’? Yeah

Do I put the work in? Yeah

Do I got them hoes out workin’? Yeah

Do I make ’em put the work in the Birkin? Yeah

[Hook]

With your electric body, we found ourselves with perfect ways

With your electric body, we’re never gonna be alone

With your electric body, we found ourselves with perfect ways

With your electric body

With your electric body

With your electric body

Asap Rocky Acid Drip

[Verse 1]

Feelin out of place, plus its gettin kinda late

Tryna make it home safe, and I get raped. Where you live?

Tina tummy ache, Gina got the funny face

Mona’s sniffin dope, so Odoma’s leanin’ on the rib

I bet you wish you had a Benz cause you just helped you friends

Flag a taxi. Now you walkin not too far from your crib

Cravin for an acid tablet for your satisfaction

Said you feelin flabbergasted you just had to have it

Made your way to 7th ave. Flagged a yellow cab

Now you need an upper fast to help your mellow swag

Black kid french braids and he keep it potent?

Hold ya purse don’t trust him cause his teeth is golden

Dice rollin’ reefer blowin in the streets he smokin

Blowin weed while police patrollin

Acid strips, purple drink you can have a sip

Have a fix of this acid drip

[Hook x2]

Hand on the dial kiss on the lips

Eye for an eye drip for a drip

I getcha high please don’t forget

I can supply the fix for ya drip

Asap Rocky Black Tux, White Collar

Know what I’m sayin’

Got jealous of a nigga or something tryin’ to…

Check it, whole lot of jewely

My time nigga

Trying to 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 fair or something bih

Pew

I say motherfuck you niggas for the hate that you investin’

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

‘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 from the back

Gold on gold, platinum plaques

On the road after that (yeah)

She on a pole on a roll, make it clap, bring it back

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

Fuck fake people, I’ma go ahead and address it

Fuck you too just because you never said it

God hate evil, you just blowin’ all your blessings (A$AP)

Black tux, white collar formal on wedding

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

I’ma shine through it all

Shina and all

Takeoff, lightyear

Shootin’ star

Shine and all, shine and

All

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

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

I don’t know who to trust, just got my word and my balls

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’

Asap Rocky Buck Shots

[A$AP Rocky:]

I ain’t scared

Real niggas put the clip in and let it go

Real niggas wanna run real

Real (buck shot)

Real niggas from the roll real (buck shot)

Real niggas from the M

Real niggas from the home (buck shot)

Homeboy you ain’t know (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’s a blood clot

Niggas know not what nigga what not (yeah)

From the fort Fort Knox this ain’t Fortnite nigga get your shit rocked nigga

Buck shot (uh uh) (buck shot)

And my pictures like a mugshot (uh)

And all my bitches got buttshots [*laughing*]

[Playboi Carti:]

Buttshots left this man dead in the damn lot

Gettin’ cash pourin’ up the wok (yeah)

Pourin’ on the fuckin’ clock

Yeah, buttshots everybody in this bitch got a mugshot

Hold up, hold up

Mugshot now they on your block

Bitch I’m off a bean and this damn wok

[A$AP Rocky:]

Got a clip and it’s full (buck shot)

Leave a motherfucker in the pants (buck shot)

Man I was grown up since a young blood (buck shot)

Now I’m bussin’ off shots ( yeah they-yeah they buck shot)

Back in my younger days all I want was braise

All my mama want from me was graze (buck shot)

They ain’t really ready for me when I (buck shot)

[Playboi Carti:]

One stop get some drugs and a damn Glock

Hold up

[Smooky MarGielaa:]

(Oh)

Got the 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 was drippin’ jewels don’t try to run up you get dropped off (yeah huh)

Pull up flexin’ with the top down

I was 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 its gon’ catch you up (yeah)

Simons on my feet, I stay feet up (yeah)

Watch me pull up on the scene nigga T’d up (yeah)

Buck shot

Buck shot

Buck shot

End’s with a buck shot

Asap Rocky Distorted Records

Uh, uh

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

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted records

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 an 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

Foreign hoes got the fur brains

Everything I do groundbreak

Big body make the floor break

Big bass make the world shake

Flacko out here causing earthquakes

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

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted, distorted records

Distorted records