Leaf

作词 : A$AP Rocky

作曲 : A$AP Rocky

I'm so happy, you know um

You know I looked at the crowd and you know I

I look at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions

And I know that damn well

We are some partying mother ****ers

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers

Tired of these dances by these backpackers

And I'm sick of all these hipsters

I'm sick of phony bitch-ass 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

I'm basically sick and tired of feeling sick and tired

Born in money makin' Manhattan

Every bitch on my block wanna be a main attraction

Shout my niggas ?? shout my bitches Madre

If you disrespect them bitches then I'm politickin' the nadre

And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and padre

Comprende? Most of these bitches 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 yo hood, you ain't got no ticket

I'm a 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

Why don't ya come and take a sip with me

Take a sip with me

Once again Mr. Back selling crack

It's the how to keep it real bitch music on the map

Street raps, new face, sampled with no craze

Dousing 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 a purest form, I live that song, Bambi

I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket

I'm a 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

Why don't ya come and take a sip with me

Take a sip with me

Why fuss? I rather ****, treat her like my enemy

I just wanna bus, 7 deuce, waitin' on the bus

Before the boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust

Tryouts I'm tryna make the buss

Purple and the green got me on stuck

So I 2 step, move my foot and keep it pu*************n'

Always bouncin' back, got it keep the cu*************on

And that's somethin' fat, like eatin' all the puddin'

ASAP we got it slap, bruh good lookin'

**** that, ASAP where I come from

4 5 6, ice city slums

Shit in my pocket, coke in his tongue

Buying swisher sweets, no more honey buns

Fresh white tee, bright like the sun

Only nigger round here rockin michigan

I'm in yo hood, you ain't got no ticket

I'm a 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

Why don't ya come and take a sip with me

Take a sip with me