Jodye
A$AP Rocky Feat. Bun B Paul Wall & Killa Kyleon Lyrics

Bitch motherfuckers trying to fake it trill
Some people try to act real and tough, but they're really not

Sneak diss you just to make a bill, now the world won't take you serious
They'll talk behind your back just to make a little bit of money, and now no one takes them seriously

When I met you, you was painting nails
When I first met you, you were doing something not very tough or manly

Leave a motherfucker layin' still, bang him with the stainless steel
If someone crosses me or disrespects me, I'm not afraid to use violence against them

Cause I'm making the order
I'm in charge and calling the shots

Laugh at the altar, pullin' a Lord up
I'm mocking my enemies and gaining power over them

Don't get someone sawed up
Don't mess with me, or you might end up badly hurt or killed

Your brain in a sawdust, niggas is washed up
If you go against me, you'll end up brain damaged and irrelevant

I bang out in Florida
I'm capable of causing chaos and destruction in Florida

Streets of Miami, goons out in Georgia
I have influence and control over criminal elements in Miami and Georgia

Been to New Orleans, But still a New Yorker, nigga the talk of Town, nigga we bossed up
I've been around and seen the world, but I'm still from New York and well-respected there

Bounce, but when you talk to the Lord, Of course you're forced to
You might think you're tough, but you'll still have to answer to a higher power eventually

Bow down like a motherfuckin' peasant
Submit to me and treat me like a king, or suffer the consequences

Still that pretty motherfucker, And you know Harlem's what I'm reppin' nigga
I'm still a handsome guy despite being tough, and I'm always representing where I came from in Harlem

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas
I'm loyal to my friends and will stand up for them

Man, fuck them other niggas!
I don't care about anyone else who isn't my friend or doesn't respect me

Please talk to me lord, I am here for you lord
I'm asking God to speak with me and show me the way in life

Gettin' faded, hair gettin' braided, Sophie sniffed a line of ye
We're relaxing and getting high on drugs, including cocaine

Playin' spades, bumpin' Jimi Hendrix 'Purple Haze', A 40 to the face, call my homies from around the way
We're playing a card game and listening to music while drinking malt liquor, and contacting my friends from back home

Give me that pussy, I'll be on my way, But grab the jimmy so the bitch don't get no cash up out me
I'm asking for sex but making sure she doesn't steal any money or valuables from me beforehand

Pretty nigga, I'm a jiggy nigga, ask about me
I'm a stylish and attractive person, and people can vouch for that

Fuck niggas talkin' trash about me, But you know I toke a gauge, it can make any problem go away
I don't care about what people say behind my back, since I have access to a firearm to deal with any problems

Talkin' Jay, talkin' Ye, that mean you niggas talkin' cray
If you're comparing me to famous rappers Jay-Z or Kanye West, you're being unrealistic and delusional

Razor blade across your face, I fix my face then walk away, I guess then there's nothin' more to say
If you disrespect me or my friends, I won't hesitate to scar your face for life with a razor blade and then move on

Trill nigga to the death, whether Hell or the pearly gates
I'm always real and loyal, even if it means dying either in hell or in heaven

I think back to my early days, Whippin' and pinchin' that broad dough
I remember when I used to make money by slinging drugs, specifically by kneading and pressing heroin

It's a bit different now, switchin' and flippin' that raw flow
I've since changed my ways and now make money by selling rap music

Substance get me higher, reefer and some fire, The devil is a liar, biased preachers shall retire
Drugs and weed give me a good feeling, and preachers who are too judgmental or controlling should quit their jobs

Jesus walked on water, I'm preachin' to the choir
Jesus could perform miracles, but I'm just stating the obvious to people who already know it

Long live A$AP, now bow to your Messiah, bitch!
I'm the best rapper alive, so respect me like a king or a chosen one

Let the Lords toast with the Lords, Toast to the Lords, We come Gods, come Lords
I'm raising a glass to my fellow successful rappers, saying that we're on top of the world like gods

Oh Lord! Toast to the Lords!
Praising and giving thanks to God for our success

As we ? this day, please pray for us, When comes the saints, comes the evils, brings the Lords
As we enjoy this party and lifestyle, please pray for our salvation, because bad things can happen to anyone and only the strongest can survive