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Featuring A$AP Twelvyy [Verse 1] I'm a feeling like, rich with the duffle Bricks on the shelf, Yams like 12 You better stay out of trouble Cool in state of fold, no snitch in the huddle A$AP mob, money mix with the muscles Dollars falling from the sky, Harlem on the rise On some sparta shit, you don’t want no problems with these guys I’m no smiling no, high get you body in our ride Check the calendar Got this shit feeling like July, but I’m cool though Graduated school though, don't sip Nuvo That never been cool though Fuck it, I’m a fool yo New flow after new flow Toby bout his kudos, I'm live from the group home Hard knocks, and see the bigger picture Plans to get richer or kill them with the scriptures So fuck them other the niggas Cause they ain’t fucking with my niggas [Hook x2] All my niggas throw they hands up See me singing and winning Letras de cancionesFucking we living, but you gotta peep the vision All my niggas getting paper Cause we hustle this shit Young niggas just running this shit [Verse 2] Man I’m gunning for the top, million niggas deep Strap the heat Watch how we occupy the streets With the least in the maximum All the g’s jacking them And I keep the calcium And I’m known for blasting them Stop harassing them, about Bitches and his rapper friend zoned What feeling me, that queer shit is sickening All about my benjamins Old shit is all black Timbaland Y’all old niggas feminine Y’all ain’t getting dividends Man I got racks to get Man I got racks to spend I’m fit on some rapper shit I’m caught in the loop, straight from the stoop To the booth, next stop a coup, I’m the truth What it do Why they let this young nigga loose I’m the truth, this is what I do in the booth Man I have fun, and I spaz on everything Cause young niggas run everything A$AP! From Letras Mania