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Amen Yeah Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay When I'm gone niggas, don't cry for me my niggas I won't happen here anyway, you know what I'm talking about? Words are

24/7 in a substance
Rush hit only for a second when my lungs lift
Uphill battle, must feel great
Trust us, kids don't know no better
Must be powder, must

up all their talk
But ima keep walkin my walk 
They don't ever let me rock, yeah

It's just my insecurity
I do be caring what these people think
My

Crazy how feelings that are strong, can make me feel so weak, damn

'Cause I've been lost and tryin' to find my way, hopin' i forget you everyday
These

blues
This life is perplexing
I been taking shapes to the dome and it ain't Excedrin
We spoke for twenty-seven minutes
Telling me about the new man you

hammer time
My insides fucked up, and it feels so good to be vandalized
And these bars is handlebars
'Cause when I spit, I handle mine
God made dirt

freak on a youngin
Mane just like some food on the stove they coming for seconds
I'm tired of these lil bitty dudes comparing to me like bruh you ain't

bomb
And, as they eyes are watchin' God, I'm tryna rise above
Poverty, philosophies, and prophecies arise
Follow me for forever, never fall too far

it cold
Keep homies tight keep enemies close
They always act like one of these hoes
They won't wont fight they con what they chose

Take a second

out the window
And the dogs are walkin out the front door
And the popo outchea sellin' good dope
But it's probably a weird Saturday
I be dressed like

Yamborghini High

A$AP Mob

The RCA-List, Vol. 2

2016

Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib
This is how it is, yeah, these niggas fake
No, we can't relate
Boys get Yamborghini-high, Lambo by the crib

A seven second delay for your three second attention span
It's not what it means, it's how you're meant to understand
Sold out for nothing because

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
And I can't
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
And I can't tell
Yeah, who keeping it real? I can't tell
Yeah, I paid a stack for these

Calling all champions for Christ
And we are YAH's champions
And we are YAH's champions

These devil's underground looking up see us levitating

fake a laugh
Gone for a second but you'll be right back
Right-back home where you belong
Made mistakes, bad days, contemplating where I wrong, this life

nobody safe
These niggas act like hoes I see the makeup on they face
I be thinking bout that money every second of the day
I got too much to lose yeah

we are
And I wouldn't want to be anyone else
But we could destroy everything we've worked for
The proof of our existence gone in seconds

engulfed by your essence
I'm off on the 2nd, I know you want seconds
Can't believe you copped these Giuseppes
It's technically your technique
What's up with

And mob shots pushin' crank bombs
And yet these bottles make all of us flip
I never did much slangin' for bangin' pursuited hard
Why the fuck you think they

easily blinded by fortune and fame

(Do it man)
*Reggae chanting for 34 secs*

[Lidu Rock]
'cause in the projects man, you got to watch where you walkin

like candy) listen
These man are bait on the rod for the sharks in the sea
Big dargs with the glee with the bars Got the free
Jet Li; Wesson I'ma spazz

afternoon,
Every second feels like a perfect tune.
Walk through the park with you by my side,
In this moment, there's no place to hide.

Verse 4 (Male):
Every

standing here
By the grace of God
Thankful that we made it here
They don't understand my life
It's a long journey
They ain't seen me when I was left hurting

one I never finish what I start

We're all poor and bored and absolutely ignored by a world
Made for those better than us
And I apologize if you came