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A$AP Rocky

Rakim Athelaston Mayers (born October 3, 1988), known professionally as ASAP Rocky ( AY-sap; stylized as A$AP Rocky), is an American rapper. Born and raised in Harlem, he embarked on his musical career as a member of the hip hop collective ASAP Mob, from which he adopted his moniker. In August 2011, Rocky's single "Peso" was leaked online and within weeks began receiving radio airplay. Rocky released his debut mixtape Live. Love. A$AP, later that year to widespread critical acclaim. The success of what is considered his breakout project led to a joint venture record deal with Polo Grounds Music and Sony Music's RCA Records.His debut studio album Long. Live. A$AP (2013) debuted at number one on the Billboard 200 and was later certified double platinum by the R… more »

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Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feelin' this
East Coast nigga (uh) 
But how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know them Harlem niggas gon' be feelin' this
East Coast nigga (uh) 
But how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss

Uh
Stone cold love, rose gold slugs
I could afford it, I imported stone cold drugs
Stone cold, rolling stone, I'm a stoned nigga
Write it on my tombstone, I was stoned, nigga
Don't remember me as a wannabe New Orleans nigga
Slash lean sippin', Tennessee nigga, nah
Influenced by Houston, hear it in my music (yeah)
A trill nigga to the truest, show you how to do this
My all gold grills give her cold chills
Said she got a coke feel 'cause I'm so trill
Two dope boy scales, but I sold pills
No deal, put her on her feet, toenails
Them vampires, them bloodsuckers, them thirsty killers
We 'bout it, 'bout it, we rowdy, rowdy, that Percy Miller
No really real, we chilly chill, don't sport Chinchilla
A bounty hunters, a bounty killa, I'm 'bout my skrilla
Give me the title, then give me the cash 
Put it in bags and then move to the trap
Follow my stash, stealing my swag 
Niggas is wigiddy-wigiddy-wack
Like Kriss Kross, her lip gloss, slip-ons get slipped off
My bitch boss, Cristal, we smoking then thinkin' then burnin' that hash
Puff it and pass, makin' it last, walk in my shoes and not crossin' my path
Game was for grabs, then get 'em crashed 
Took in assumption, ain't givin' it back
F*ck the money, f*ck the fame, this is real life
An insight to my trill life, Clams

Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feelin' this
East Coast nigga, boy, how trill is this?
Still don't give a shit, my ignorance is still a bliss
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feelin' this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feelin' this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feelin' this
Uh, goddamn, how real is this?
I know the whole world gon' be feelin' this

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