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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
DJ Premier
Performer
A$AP Ferg
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chris Martin
Composer
Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Premier
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ferg
[Verse 2]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo whuttup, neph, neph?
See, this is Harlem, East Side streets
Turn the music back up
A$AP
[Verse 3]
Let's go
I got with Preemo
I'm just pressin' the cheat code
We on the new level with the C-Notes
I'm from where, kids hustle on the block and roll c-lo
And **** stay strapped like Girbauds
T Nice with me week to week though
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
For a couple kilos, could've had him underground
He was living life illegal
Now we gettin' right and our pockets lookin' chicho
Sippin' cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Couple models gettin' lit, they're the best in France
Got Leonardo dough, "Catch Me If You Can"
We had to kill Bejing and next Japan, man
This beat hot, I can catch a tan
My demographic in L.A. all Mexican
I love my supporters, they keep the Tek in hand
So every time I get a chance, I'ma bless the fam, whuttup?
[Verse 4]
Whuttup?
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo whuttup, neph, neph?
See, this is Harlem, East Side streets
Turn the music back up
A$AP
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo whuttup, neph, neph?
See, this is Harlem, East Side streets
Turn the music back up
A$AP
[Verse 5]
Done created a dream world
Slept with my dream girl
Bought mama that new house
Diamonds and mean pearls
Done went to Africa
Talked to the have nots
Donated some uniforms
Teach 'em how to have guap
Preemo put the soul in it
I make the track hot
In this thing forever
Got the game in a padlock
I just want somethin' real
I'm tired of the ass shots
Don't wanna go to the club
I'm tired of them trap spots
My generation stuck on stupid
Showin' guns on the 'Gram but no one use it
Sometimes I feel like I'm about to lose it
Because the fake win
When y'all know what the truth is
It's me the F-E-R to the fuckin' G
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody could fuck with me
Rest in peace Guru, nobody could fuck with he
You rappers is cukoo
Better wake up out your fuckin' dreams
[Verse 6]
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo whuttup, neph, neph?
See, this is Harlem, East Side streets
Turn the music back up
A$AP
Check it, check it, check it
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo whuttup, neph, neph?
See, this is Harlem, East Side streets
Turn the music back up
A$AP
[Verse 7]
A$AP
A$AP
A$AP
Written by: Allan Wayne Felder, Chris Martin, Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr., Norman Harris