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[Part I: Wiki]
Yeah, it's Wik'
People say that they want me, tell me that they could sell me
I ain't a product, I produce honest
Shit, you's a wise-guy talk in ebonics
Using some chronic to get me to the level where I only settle for the rawest
The flaws that makes it flawless
What I see, just record it
Caught you up in bombers, whether brawling or warring
I'm just a bar with bars, not the type that you swallow
The type I spit till I'm hollow
Oh, I'm hollow, I'm a long goner, destined for the
Put it in perspective, bro, it's right upon us
That's how I always saw it
So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet
Oh, we balling
From the day we started till the day we call it
Call it what you call it
And nah, I'm not no artist but I do raw serve some broad who's gorgeous
If you fuck with it, pump with it till it's boring
We'll be touring
Coming back for more and more and coming back for more
Up on the train, 86 and it's reckless, I visit my mom
42nd, walk by the Q when you past you get sniffed by the dogs
Dog, I ain't never had no keys, not to a car
Do it right, do it wrong
I remember using Student Cards
First it was orange then it was green
Now they all gone
Now we all beige and we gotta paint it
Every thought that I have in a day
First time I kiss on the train
First time I got lit on the train
First time I got gripped by the pigs on the train
You don't know what it is on the train
You don't know what I did on the train
I fell in love on the train
I been through hell on the train, don't tell me a thing
Let me maintain, let me maintain
I know I'll be well on the train
[Part II: Your Old Droog]
[Part III: A$AP Ferg]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Beautiful people let's take a second to think
We continue these issues, the ship is drowning, we sink
This is nothing political, this is so we be sync
Sit together forever, we can weather the rain
We can weather the storm, let's try to move on
Build a better community so our children be norm
Transform from arms and bombs like Vietnam
Teach your kid how to eat, teach your kid how to farm
Watch what you put in your body so we could live it long
Mind, body, and soul intact, my niggas strong
Rap ain't no lap, this more like a marathon
This track ain't no track, just something I said it on
Get life in harmony, put love in your arms
Forgive to receive the blessing, the peace and calm
This the product Malcolm X and Farrakhan
Martin Luther and Marvin Gaye alter what ghettos are
All my beautiful people, all my beautiful people
I'm the ghetto apostle, come on, follow, I'll lead you
Tell 'em put down the pipe, leave your bottles and needles
Treat your family right, your mama is gonna need you
Mama, auntie, and cousin, oh, she told you 'bout thugging?
He ain't amount to nothing, he on top of that oven
Selling drugs on that corner as little niggas be drumming
Blaka blaka, the bucking, they fittin' to hit you with something
Check a nigga with hammers, they fittin' to open your bucket
Popping your condom, pimp, and say nothing 'bout stunting
You ain't talking nothing, and you ain't talking 'bout nothing
Bullshit, I'm the pope, I think I am onto something
One hand power people, one hand power people
White, purple, and yellow and all of my brown people
We can be positive, don't let negativity kill you
First up with your friends to move a whole town of people
Hold up
If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle, hold up
If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle
If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle
Yeah, yeah, uh, come on
Harlem World, come on
New York, Harlem World, come on
Yeah, yeah, uh
Let's quit all the fun and games
Let's talk about the world that come with the fame
We all just people, who's to blame
For the road to riches and diamond rings?
I had a premonition me losing my Yamborghini
Lean and ketamine took my man out of his beenie
I wish we could've worked out, eat a bit of zuccini
Traded that big bottle of Henny for the Fiji
I was Alladin, he was a genie
I love his momma, I be saddened when she seen me
Who would've knew that the party would end wrong?
Who would've knew Fergy Ferg would sing a sad song?
Who would've knew A$AP would come this far?
Who would've knew Yams' vision would make us all stars?
The fame and access that kill us all
You ever deal with a drug addict who was your boy?
Who, when you talk to him, he keep nodding off ?
Swear it sound like he was dying every time he snored
Touchy subject, heart kind of sore
I can't help it people, this I cannot ignore
I gotta talk 'bout it, I gotta get it off
Anybody with a problem with it made you niggas soft
Yeah, anybody with a problem with it made you niggas soft
R.I.P. A$AP Yams
R.I.P. Capital Steez
R.I.P. to Chinx Drugz
A$AP, Ferg, New York, I'm out
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