Hold up and analyze
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
We do our thing, son
(Yeah)
Hold up and analyze
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
(Ready to make an entrance so back on up)
No comparison, we more solid than they are
(Uh)
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
(Yeah)
Wake up out the bed scruffy, sparkin′ my J
Shine my nickel-plated then I'm startin′ my day
My old lady called me baby, told her, "Pardon my age"
Hear some niggas talkin' nonsense, call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds, break the promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break her pockets,
The corners with the mans is up, the jig is up, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up, lookin' in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world, but my pants still up
Tryna invest to all my Gs before we rest in peace
Before we rest in peace
The rest is set, the record set as soon as I release
The room is streets, I roam the streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas
(Uhhh!)
Kind of swag that′s passed from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin′ on them Calvin ads
(Yeah, yeah)
Might've peeped the billboards fifty
Feet when out in traffic
(Yeah, yeah)
Starin′ at them naked pictures, shit,
You bound to crash
(Uh, yeah, yeah)
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
Hold up and analyze
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Come on, get on, get some-
Wake up out the bed, wrap my durag up
Say a prayer, I'm thankin′ God that mom dukes had us
Crewneck by McQueen, go nuts
It's movies that I make, Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high rate, adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make sure that it′s not laced
Damn, I used to hit the block hopin' they see me
Watchin' Video Music Box, sittin′ close to the TV
I was inspired by Whodini and Kool G
Got my first pair of J′s, thought I was 2-3
(Air)
Invest in all my G's before we rest in peace
′Cause we sure to rest in peace, my shorty is a piece
A piece of mind, a dimepiece, I might buy her a piece of property
You might've had some joints
No comparison, we more solid than they are
Me and Flacko, they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B, he could be home any day, God
Come on, get on, get some
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
We do our things son
Listen close as I prove my point
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy
Writer(s): Peter Phillips, Corey Penn
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