A$AP Rocky - Multiply (Feat. Juicy J)

Fuck niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die
fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live
fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Fuck niggas won't multiply
Yeah nigga
it's your boy Juicy J
Man you gotta watch out for
these old backstabbin'
broke ass you know what I'm sayin'
Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here man
you know what I'm sayin'
Man these niggas ain't no real niggas
man know what I'm sayin'
Man these niggas be smilin' in your face
Back in the buildin'
sold crack in the livin' room
Niggas toe tagged
sold gats for a livin'
Doo rag keep a red or blue flag in the denim
One you be with be the one
to shoot at ya in a minute
Come to Harlem
if you never seen Baghdad
First place I seen a nigga sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep
take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin'
like he got a bad back bad back
Even in my will keep it real
thuggin' in my field
'Til the day I peel keep it trill
anything I feel
Youngins trained to kill aimin'
bangin' steel and slangin' krill
She shake it all for Satan
just to paint her nails and pay her bills
I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these mothafuckas better
give me my props word to Pac
We're the reason that
these niggas gettin' throwed
Reason why you niggas wearin' gold
Jail pose in the pictures
prayin' fingers to your nose
I remember if Pimp was alive
he'd tell these hoes and these niggas
Even in my will keep it trill
to the day I peel
Even in my will keep it trill
to the day I peel
Even in my will keep it trill
to the day I peel
Even in my will keep it trill
to the day I I
When the real niggas die
fake niggas gon' multiply
When the real niggas die
fake niggas gon' multiply
When all the real niggas die
fake niggas gon' multiply
But if the real niggas live
fuck niggas won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass nigga
I'm the original Margiela madman
in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a nigga
in these skinny pants feel me
Don't get it fucked up nigga
we been jiggy been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick
swag swag nigga
Shut the fuck up
Fuck with a nigga like me
RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak you can keep that
Shit I might fuck around
and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it flexin' with the seat back
B Boy with the G pack
might fuck around
and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks nigga
If you deaf bring the beat back nigga
Fuck with a nigga like me
RIP my nigga Pimp C
HBA shit is weak you can keep that
I'm a trend setter
you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes where the weed
where the cheese at
Fuck the FCC tell 'em bleep that
We ain't no fashion killas nigga
we fashionable killas
Ya'll got Flacko
fucked up
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit
Set the blueprint fuck your two cents
Number 1 stunner ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style
just to mack your bitch
I think back to when pockets packin lint
It's like a nigga got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp
Bitches lie killers never lie
Triggers on the side by side
bet I'm down to ride
Prosper said let's ride to the sky
call it catastro phic
We don't ever die
we just multiply bitch
Fake ass niggas you know what I'm sayin'
these niggas be out here talkin' 'bout
they a street nigga and shit
man niggas be gettin' extorted
like a mothafucka out here man
you know what I'm sayin'