On August 28, 2012 the collective released their first full-length project together, a mixtape titled Lords Never Worry, which received mostly mixed reviews by critics. In August 2013, it was announced ASAP Mob's upcoming debut album, would be released in October, however it would later be delayed. They subsequently released their debut single, "Trillmatic", in December 2013. The song, performed by ASAP Nast, is an ode to '90s hip hop and features a guest verse from Method Man. Their debut album, titled L.O.R.D., was set to be released in 2014, however the album was shelved.
On January 18, 2015, ASAP Mob founder, Steven "ASAP Yams" Rodriguez, was found dead at the age of 26. The cause of death was ruled an overdose due to mixed drug intoxication.
Trillmatic
A$AP Mob Lyrics
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Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone
That's the work of Satan, niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rapping, it's real and something you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go, whoa
Nasty baby I'm crazy the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, probably smart as half the cats who play me
Brazy, dropping miss daisy hand on my strap
I'm all alone that's my only hope
And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes
On the real, it be the ones that say we got this, that you ain't alone
As long as I'm here to pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him
Cats conniving, head first into the livest object
That was your man now you 'bout to die quick over some fly shit
You feel reminded of your fast life ventures and winters
Blinded to the flashlight enters
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
For the line, manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad
Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gonna leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a clash
Start to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab
No questions 'cause the answers
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking meth in the lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass
I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag
Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in the building
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body
I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' a fonzi
You know the fronto, send to your guapo, I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know
Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes, though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect
Clowns be watching, best protect yah necks
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
The song βTrillmaticβ by A$AP Mob is a tribute to the 90s. The lyrics talk about the style, attitudes, and ideals of young people during that decade. The first verse talks about being independent and not needing anyone's approval to succeed. The lyrics describe a sense of self-reliance and strength of character. The rapper is confident in their ability to be successful on their own and as a result, they don't need phony allegiances to get ahead.
The second verse highlights the rapper's unique style and personality. They are comfortable with who they are and don't try to conform to others' expectations. The lyrics depict a strong sense of individuality and creativity, something valued highly in the art scene during the 90s. The flow and rhythm of the song reflect the confidence and effortless style of the rapper.
The chorus describes the rapper's fashion sense and swagger. They have a funky style and are proud of it. The lyrics suggest that their fashion choices are a reflection of their personality and creative expression. The chorus also emphasizes the confidence and talent of the rapper, suggesting that once they deliver their flow, there is no coming back.
Line by Line Meaning
I need some time alone
I need to be by myself for a while
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone
My rhymes are powerful and will leave a lasting impression on you
That's the work of Satan, niggas be hating but I'm a pot of gold
Some people may see my talent and success as evil, but I know I'm valuable
This ain't just me rapping, it's real and something you gots to know
My lyrics are not just for entertainment, they hold real meaning and knowledge
Catch a mark nigga hating, get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go, whoa
If someone disrespects me, they better be prepared for the consequences
Nasty baby I'm crazy the 90's raised me
I grew up in the 90s and that time made me who I am today
I'm just as smart, probably smart as half the cats who play me
My intelligence matches that of some of my listeners
Brazy, dropping miss daisy hand on my strap
I may be unpredictable, but I'm always ready to defend myself
In my zone mind on my money like where that shit at?
I'm focused on making money and nothing else right now
I'm all alone that's my only hope
Being alone is my best chance to clear my head and focus on my goals
And be damned if I'mma chase that with some phony homes
I won't sacrifice my authenticity for fake friendships
On the real, it be the ones that say we got this, that you ain't alone
The people who claim to have my back are often the same ones who let me down
As long as I'm here to pull out that Glock 9 and cocked it
I will always be ready to defend myself with my gun
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him
Someone may be jealous of my success and plan to betray me
Cats conniving, head first into the livest object
People can be sneaky and go after what they want without thinking
That was your man now you 'bout to die quick over some fly shit
Someone I trusted may be the reason for my downfall
You feel reminded of your fast life ventures and winters
You may think of your past experiences and how they shaped you
Blinded to the flashlight enters
You may not see clear opportunities when they present themselves
I got a funky, funky style with a funky swag
My style and swag are unique and quirky
I bought the funky, funky Nikes, got the hat to match
I have a complete outfit that shows off my unique style
And when I kill 'em with the flow ain't no coming back
When I rap, I leave a lasting impression on my listeners
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretching the cash
I may not have a lot of money, but I know how to be stylish with what I have
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
I may seem calm and collected, but when I'm angry, I can be dangerous
For the line, manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad
Being a rapper can take a toll on my mental health
Got too many less than impressive rappers left in my path
There are too many mediocre rappers in the industry
Better yet, we gonna leave 'em left in the past
We're going to move on from those less talented rappers
Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back
If someone doesn't keep up with me, they'll be left behind
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expecting a clash
I'm a powerful force to be reckoned with
Start to waving arms at you, you'd think I'm catching a cab
I'll throw my arms around aggressively, as if hailing a taxi, to intimidate you
No questions 'cause the answers
I don't need to explain myself because the truth speaks for itself
Look at Meth, breaking bad like he cooking meth in the lab
My rap skills are potent and powerful, like a drug created in a lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math
I'm still a fierce and dangerous rapper, no matter what anyone else tries to do
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass
Other rappers don't know when to quit, so I won't let them get away
I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag
I won't let other rappers show off their skills or their style
Fuck swag, just being blunt, while I'm plucking my ash
I'm not interested in being flashy, I'm just being myself
Y'all ain't up in my class in the building
No one can match my skills and talent
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death
I'm A$AP Meth, and I can take out other rappers quickly and efficiently
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breaking backboards
I'm as strong as Shaquille O'Neal and can destroy anything in my way
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body
I'm wearing Tommy Hilfiger and have my girlfriend with me, and I'm in great physical shape
I play the back of clubs, click a file, young as a
I hang out in the back of clubs and am always with my crew
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothing dumb, my guns from Saudi
People can be reckless, but I'm always prepared with my weapons
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' a fonzi
I'm high off of Maui (a type of weed), and I'm rolling it like a pro
You know the fronto, send to your guapo, I'm head honcho
I'm in charge and I know what I'm doing when it comes to rolling weed
I sport the poncho, connect Vassandro, the illest y'all know
I'm wearing a poncho and have connections that make me one of the best in the game
Killing 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
I'm taking out other rappers quickly, and my fashion sense is unique but high-end
But check my rhymes, though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
My lyrics are powerful and explosive
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
My haters are like other women I don't need, and I'll leave them in the dust with my fancy car
Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow
I'm driving carefully, and leaning from the effects of drugs that make me feel relaxed
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect
I go by the name Nast Diablo, and I'm bringing back the style of the 90s
Clowns be watching, best protect yah necks
People may be watching me, and I need to be prepared for anything
Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: THOMAS ALLEN, HAROLD BROWN, MORRIS DICKERSON, LONNIE JORDAN, CHARLES MILLER, LEE LEVITIN, HOWARD SCOTT, DARRYL OTIS, GREG MAYS, TONY ROMEO, TYSHAUN LAMONT HOLLOWAY, CLIFFORD SMITH, TAIRIQ DEVEGA
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Vincent Van Grey
[Verse 1: A$AP Nast]
I need some time alone
Cold, my rhymes will turn your mind to stone
That's the work of satan niggas be hatin' but I'm a pot of gold
This ain't just me rappin' it's real and somethin' you gots to know
Catch a mark nigga hatin', get him a casket, that bastard's 'bout to go
Whoa, Nasty baby I'm crazy, the 90's raised me
I'm just as smart, probably smarter than half the cats who play me
Brazy, drivin' Miss Daisy, hand on my strap
In my zone, mind on my money like where that shit at?
I'm all alone, that's my only hope
And be damned if I'ma chase that with some phony homes, on the real
It be the ones that say, "We got this, that you ain't alone"
As long as I'm here to pull out the Glock 9 and cocked it
He mad you got rich but on the low you should've watched him
Cats connivin', head first into the livest object
"That was your man, now you 'bout to die quick"
Over some fly shit, you feel reminded of your fast-life ventures
And winters, blinded 'til the flashlight enters
[Verse 2: Method Man]
I got a poor man's panache, I be stretchin' the cash
I'm a little passive aggressive, you get a stretcher when I'm mad
Borderline manic depressive, rappers stressin' me bad
Got too many less-than-impressive rappers left in my path
Better yet, we gon' leave 'em left in the past
Someone slides, this time I ride, you get left in the back
Who am I? I'm a titan so be expectin' a clash
Start to wavin' arms at you, you'd think I'm catchin' a cab
No questions, live the answers cause if you're lookin' to ask
Look at Meth, breakin' bad like he cookin' meth in the lab
Still a lethal weapon but try and bless him with math
Rappers never learn their lesson so I ain't lettin' 'em pass
I ain't lettin' 'em brag, I ain't lettin' 'em swag
Fuck swag, just bein' blunt, while I'm pluckin' my ash
Y'all ain't up in my class in the buildin'
It's A$AP Meth, quick to kill 'em, that's an ASAP death
[Verse 3: A$AP Nast]
Straight out the back, dog, I'm Shaq strong, I'm breakin' backboards
Draped in Tommy, my bitch beside me, young god body
I play the back of clubs, clique of foul youngins that's rowdy
Fools get rowdy, ain't nothin' dumb, my guns from Saudi
High off the Maui, don't trip your weed, rollin' the finest
You know the fronto, Sucio Guapo, I'm head honcho
I sport the poncho, connects with Sandro, the illest y'all know
Killin' 'em pronto, my funky fresh is filthy, designer
But check my rhymes though, my verse is like atomic bombs, yo
Haters like side hoes, I peel off in the illest Tahoe
Watch out for potholes, H leanin', that's why he drive slow
Nast Diablo, the 90's era shit in effect
Clowns be watchin', best protect ya necks
Davie Benjamin
10 years later and this song aged like wine. Such an underrated classic.
Free Indeed Records
FACTUAL.
TheHomie Renny
Ong!! Barz!! π
mrlancecredle
This song was so under appreciated and true hip hop heads know why
Maisyn Diaz
mrlancecredle big facts. Loved this beat. Reminds me of the hard ass bars of the 90βs
Natural James
Why this shit fire
Baki Retsu
Indeed
Javier
Been bumping it ever since it came out in 2013. Itβs a classic!
David Murillo
7 years later and Meths verse still goes hard. Method Man will never be forgotten cause Wu-Tang is Forever.
xGoon
Ok Kiki