Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A$AP Rocky
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rakim Mayers
Songwriter
Hector Delgado
Composer
Tyshaun Holloway
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lord Flacko
Producer
Hector Delgado
Recording Engineer
A$AP Ty Beats
Producer
Gee Bizzy
Assistant Engineer
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Innis
Assistant Engineer
A$AP Ty
Producer
Curtis Williams
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I swear, this famous shit just happened over night
Fo' sho', these hoes was so uptight, but now they so polite
All I see is fake love, smiles and overbites
But I'm pimpin', ****, Dolemite
I remember when I was like 10, maybe 9
Ricky had a deuce-deuce, two shotty pumps with a baby .9
Busta had the Rhymes, Puffy had the Shyne
Bone Thugs had Mo' Thugs, but that was the shit that made me rhyme
What's up, what's on yo mind?
Hold up, I'm feelin' fine
Loc's got me blind, thuggin' like I'm Eazy-E up in his prime
[Verse 2]
Another young **** with a attitude
I guess that's why them crackers kept me after school
Roaches on the wall, roaches on the dresser
Everybody had roaches, but our roaches ain't respect us
On the park bench playin' checkers, sippin' nectar
Girbaud jeans with hologram straps and reflectors
We had cookouts and dirt bikes and dice games and fist fights
And fish fry's and shootouts like one Sig with two rounds
And one click left two down, that's four kids, but one lived
Left three dead, but one split, that one missed, that one snitched
[Verse 3]
That's everyday shit, shit we used to that
Add it up, do the math with yo stupid ass
Don't view me as no conscious cat, this ain't no conscious rap
Fuck the conscious crap, my Mac'll push your conscience back
I do this for my culture, penny, nickels in the sofa
Mommy watchin' Oprah, daddy in the kitchen whippin' soda
Cook connect named Sosa, Spanish chick Viola, hit it in the chocha
With the Testarossa, hit Daytona, fuck the law, we soldiers
I'm 'bout it-'bout it, ****, ain't shit sweet about me
The baddest bitches on the block be even speakin' 'bout me
I'm so thuggish ruggish, bringin' ruckus, knuckin' if you buckin'
Young and thuggin', buggin', showin' out in public, but you love it
[Verse 4]
Only got one vision, that's for kids in every color, religion
That listen, we gotta beat the system, stay the fuck out the prisons
They try to blind our vision, but we all God's children, we siblings
You my brotha, you my kin, fuck the color of yo skin
[Verse 5]
Back once again
Chillin' in the back of the 'Lac with a pass or a gin
Finna ask can I pass to her friend
Then a **** smash, I'll be damned if I ask her again
Gold slabs on the 'Lac when I spin
Then it's back to the back of the Benz
Lean back in the back with the Henn and a crap
When I tap that's that, then attack, never tax, never that
Mad Max on the ends, spend ends, I remember way back when
A mothafucka used to have to borrow cash from my friends, friends
Just to put a snack up in the fridge
When I'm on, I swear to God to pay you back
Now the kids all look up to me
Them bitches wanna fuck with me
My idols say what's up to me
From ugly to comfortably
[Verse 6]
Suddenly
It all changed, man
It was just like yesterday
Times were so ugly and now I'm comfortable
And I just only can thank God
Suddenly
Everything changed before my eyes
By my surprise
A$AP
Written by: Hector Delgado, Rakim Mayers, Tyshaun Holloway