Leaf
A$AP Rocky Lyrics


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Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas
I'm stickin' to these bitches, 'cause I'm sick of all these sisters
I'm sick and tired of tryna survive
I'm sick and tired of my environment
Sick and tired of feelin' deprived
I'm one of a kind, when in my climate
Sick and tired of your façade and all of your lyin' and your diamonds
Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired
A$ap, born in money makin' Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion
Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre
If you disrespect them niggas, then I'm polishin' the nine-trey
And I'm comin' to your casa for your madre and your padre
Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max
A little bit of Wiz, a little bit of that
And a little bit of this, get off my dick

I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah

Ayy, ayy, ayy
Once again, Mister Back Sellin' Crack
It's an honor keepin' real nigga music on the map
Street raps, new face, samplin' with no crates
Doubtin' myself cause I don't think the world can relate
To my surprise everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side don't live it they push play
The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay
It feels good wakin' up to money in the bank
'Cause last year it was shoe box and lint
I only write raps just to give you niggas hints
Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
If I don't, don't cry 'cause I ain't live that wrong
Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song
An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino

I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah

Okay, look, ayy
Why fuss? I'd rather fuck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
Seven deuce, waitin' on the bus
Before them boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust
Tryouts, I'm tryna make the Bucks
Purple and the green got me on stuck
So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushin'
Always bouncin' back, got it keep the cushion
And that's somethin' fat, like eatin' all the puddin'
A$AP we got it slap, bruh, good lookin'
Fuck That, A$AP where I come from
456, Ice City slums
Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues
Buyin' Swisher Sweets, no more Honey Buns
Fresh white tee, bright like the sun
Only nigga round here rockin' Mishka

I'm through your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
Chillin' with my niggas, with my team




Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to A$AP Rocky's song "Leaf" express the artist's general disillusionment with the current state of the rap and hip-hop industry. He is "tired of these rappers" and the "dances by these fuckin' backpackers," as well as "sick of all these hipsters" and "phony niggas." Instead, he chooses to focus on his own unique style and "stick to these bitches."


Rocky is also tired of trying to survive and feeling deprived, though he acknowledges that he is one of a kind in his climate. He is sick of other people's facades and lies, as well as their obsession with wealth and material possessions. He emphasizes his own authenticity, both in his music and in his personal life.


The chorus repeats the invitation to "take a hit" or "sip" with Rocky, suggesting that he is a down-to-earth and approachable person who enjoys spending time with his friends and fans. The song ends with a reference to Rocky's upcoming album, which will mark twenty years of his musical career.


Line by Line Meaning

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I've had enough of these mediocre rappers and thieves


I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
I'm sick of these pretentious, overly conscious hip-hop artists


And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas
I'm done with these trendy and fake people


I'm stickin' to these bitches, 'cause I'm sick of all these sisters
I'd rather hang out with these girls, cause I can't stand the drama with other women


I'm sick and tired of tryna survive
I'm exhausted from constantly struggling to make it through


I'm sick and tired of my environment
I'm fed up with the conditions of the world around me


Sick and tired of feelin' deprived
I'm done with feeling like I'm lacking in life


I'm one of a kind, when in my climate
I am unique in my community


Sick and tired of your façade and all of your lyin' and your diamonds
I can't tolerate your fake persona and your material possessions


Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired
I'm just exhausted and over it all


A$ap, born in money makin' Manhattan
I'm A$AP Rocky and I'm from the wealthy part of Manhattan


Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion
Everyone in my neighborhood wants to be like Main Attrakionz


If you disrespect them niggas, then I'm polishin' the nine-trey
If you talk trash about Main Attrakionz, I'll get violent


And I'm comin' to your casa for your madre and your padre
I'll come to your house and mess with your parents too if you mess with me


Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
Do you understand? Most of these guys are weird or fake


They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max
People compare my sound to Andre 3000, Kanye West, and a bit of Max B


A little bit of Wiz, a little bit of that
And a bit of Wiz Khalifa and other influences


And a little bit of this, get off my dick
And some of my own style, please stop trying to copy me


I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'm in your neighborhood, but I don't need a pass to be here


I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
I'm a chill and humble person, we can hang out


Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Smoke some weed with me


Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
I'm not always on stage, I might be behind the scenes mixing lean


Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Hanging out with my friends and crew


Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Join me and have a drink with me


Once again, Mister Back Sellin' Crack
I'm A$AP Rocky, and I'm from a community where people sell drugs, and I represent that


It's an honor keepin' real nigga music on the map
It's important to me to represent authentic hip-hop music


Street raps, new face, samplin' with no crates
I'm a fresh face in the rap game, and I sample beats without using crates


Doubtin' myself cause I don't think the world can relate
I sometimes lack confidence because I don't think people can understand me


To my surprise everyone does, so have faith
But I've learned that people can relate, so it's important to have faith in myself


Half of the other side don't live it they push play
Half of the other rappers aren't living the life they rap about, they're just playing a role


The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay
I'm the best young rapper alive, reppin' Harlem and the Bay Area


It feels good wakin' up to money in the bank
I feel good waking up with a lot of money


'Cause last year it was shoe box and lint
Last year I was broke and only had a few dollars


I only write raps just to give you niggas hints
I write my raps to let people know what's up


Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
Every verse I write is like a gift to my fans, as they smoke weed and enjoy it


My album comin' November, that's twenty years of memory
My album is coming out in November, it represents my memories of 20 years of life


And that's assumin' I'ma live that long
And that's if I even live that long


If I don't, don't cry 'cause I ain't live that wrong
If I die young, don't be sad because I didn't do anything wrong


Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song
I'm just an artist expressing myself honestly through my music


An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino
I am an artist who embodies and lives through their music, that's who I am


Why fuss? I'd rather fuck
Why argue? I'd rather have sex


Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
I'm not interested in building a relationship with her, I just want to hook up


Seven deuce, waitin' on the bus
Waiting for the bus, representing my community with my 1972 Oldsmobile Delta 88


Before them boys bend the corner, tryna make a bust
Before the police come around the corner trying to make an arrest


Tryouts, I'm tryna make the Bucks
I'm trying to make some money


Purple and the green got me on stuck
Smoking a potent strain of weed that's making me feel stuck


So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushin'
I keep it moving and dance to keep my energy up


Always bouncin' back, got it keep the cushion
I always bounce back from tough times, so I need to keep a financial cushion


And that's somethin' fat, like eatin' all the puddin'
And that's something large, like eating all the pudding


A$AP we got it slap, bruh, good lookin'
A$AP has got it going strong, my friend, thanks for the support


Fuck That, A$AP where I come from
I don't care about anything else, because where I come from is what matters


456, Ice City slums
Representing my community of 456 in the Ice City slums


Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues
I have weed in my pocket, and my friend has cocaine in his mouth


Buyin' Swisher Sweets, no more Honey Buns
I'm buying Swisher Sweets to roll weed, not just snacking on Honey Buns


Fresh white tee, bright like the sun
I'm wearing a fresh white t-shirt that's bright like the sun


Only nigga round here rockin' Mishka
I'm the only guy around wearing Mishka clothing


I'm through your hood, you ain't got no ticket
I'm in your neighborhood, but I don't need a ticket to be here


I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
I'm a humble person, we can hang out


Take a hit with me (hit with me), uh
Smoke some weed with me


Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixin' lean
I'm not always on stage, I might be behind the scenes mixing lean


Chillin' with my niggas, with my team
Hanging out with my friends and crew


Won't you come and take a sip with me (sip with me), yeah
Join me and have a drink with me




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Written by: Michael Volpe, Rakim Mayers

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@blakeandcamp

Had to come back and listen to the original since they had to remove the ODB sample in the new version. Nothing beats this.

@NOONECARES2712

Yuh

@treyshine_

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@a3930

The ending to the new version went hard though

@tyrekesantana8588

I have to every time man dat shit so genius bro.

@elijahwalker2172

FACTS!

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@keepsitreal8301

Honestly one of the best mixtapes ever hands down . I’ll be bumpin this till the day I die

@paintmemoria7641

Fr

@SwagToGive

Without a doubt. Timeless.

@smokes4i20

always!
BR

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