Jump out a new whip, nigga, like I'm a slave master I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better Brooklyn ridin' with us, got my jeweler ridin' with me Watch us drift off this good do di I can't provoke all these killas won't go though Puttin' it in twelve o'clock, smash on the Strip Put some ash in your bitch, she a rip She came unfaithful off pill for real Do it for niggas who here, do it for niggas who gone Do it for Double he gone, do it for Double he gone Do it the way that we want, do it the way that we want Do it the way that you want Stayin' true to this culture Don't get culture to be your vulture Put a pinky ring on my pinky finger Got some VVS's on my middle finger Fuck you pussy niggas, all you niggas get the middle finger I'm just kickin' triller G Jump out a new whip, nigga, like I'm a slave master I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better Got a bail on ya, tryna smoke one Got a clean watch with no diamonds in it Got a fish spot with that Molly in it Got a two door Coupe, four choppas in it With a pound of Mary, I'm busy I'm drinkin' the codeine, I feel it I'm rollin' the dope when I feel it I fuck with your ho, she can get it I stack up some chickens and get it Gon' sell a bill in the trap We gon' put your hood on the map Show all them bitches you care Show all them bitches you real I see how they watch and they imitate me This gold AP got 'em fascinated Ain't no fabrication, I'm on medication Cough syrup, I'm infatuated Got your old girl she infatuated Call her right now if you need me I'mma try to be there if you need me Try my best to be there if you need me I'm keepin' my word on everythin' Put some Aquafina on another ring I disguise pain when I make it rain When I hit the club and I make it rain When I pulled up, you know how I came Jump out a new whip, nigga, like I'm a slave master I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better Jump out a new whip, nigga, I got my slave master I pour two zips nigga I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better I'm feelin' way better, I'm feelin' way better Brooklyn ridin' with us, got my jeweler ridin' with me Do it for double he gone, do it for double he gone Long live A$AP Yams, long live A$AP Yams Long live A$AP Yams, I'm on that codeine right now Long live A$AP Yams, long live A$AP Yams Long live A$AP Yams, I'm on that codeine right now

How many gats in the slacks be showin'? Betcha that the man downtown be knowin' Wacks turn to beef when the gangsters meet Son of a slave master keeping it goin' Goin', goin' Goin', goin', goin', goin' How much do you want for that real dope beat? (How much?) Another A&R man, lyin' through their teeth Son of a slave master, meet and greet There goes the publishing and you're back on the street (Back on the street) 25 thousands like selling it free Seems like a lot next to poverty How much you really want for all them beats? Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' All the gates of Henry uncovered your past Checkered like a Nascar flag, vroom, moving to fast Betcha if you had your way you'd turn back the hourglass What an A-S-S Son of a slave master keeping it goin', goin', goin' Don't come to the party unless you bring somebody (hey) Somebody that wants to dance Somebody that wants to make sweet romance (We still got) mad love for ya Even though, even though really don't know ya Black on black crime, Abel and Cain You would think high yellow would be a shade (oh) A 21st century is still about greed and fame I'm about, I'm about to go insane (want to go insane) Somebody call 911, then leave his name, leave his name Son of a, son of a, son of a, son of a slave master Son of a, son of a son of a slave master (master) Still runnin' game, yeah, she's still runnin' game, y'all Yes, she is, runnin' game, oh, still runnin' game, you'all Runnin' game, runnin' game Runnin' game, runnin' game

They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer We trust no black leaders, use the stove to heat us Powdered eggs and government cheeses The calendars with Martin, JFK and Jesus Gotta be fresh to go to school with fly sneakers Schools with outdated books, we are the forgotten Summers, coolin off by the fire hydrant Yeah I'm from the ghetto Where old black women talk about their sugar level - it's not unusual To see photos of dead homie's funerals Aluminium foil on TV antennas Little TV sit on top the big TV, eating TV dinners Girls die their hair with Kool-Aid They gave us lemons, we made lemonade But this nigger's payed, ancestral slaves Descendant of kings, it's necessary I - bling Put rims on everything, where tims on every scene They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer Do I mean it like a slave master, nigga? No I'm gangsta, gotta eat rappers My abbreviation was young when I caught the cases That should mean the court could see my changes Take off the bracelets Savage when broke, smoke sour diesel, need no Bowflex My chest still cut up like a bag of dope Thought patterns consist of boss matters Spit Moses' lost commandments like a gross sandwich out my mouth Toast to government cameras peeping us, every week I must Have my cars, homes and phones squeaked for bugs But this is what I was dreaming of Between cutting hard coke with new razors slicing my fingers up They used to string us up, we wanted everything But the one bringing us cake be the snakes like the Like the New Jack City wedding scene No time for mistakes, trying to get it like Medellin They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer People afraid of criticism But I always put myself in a sacrificial position They been know I ain't just rappin for fame I got my old homie hasslin to father askin for chains Yep, I get it cash up, this paper don't matter They see me from skinny to fatter, when I rap about war They got a tendency to scatter, they ain't my backup no more So now my enemies are at my front door Cause anytime we mention our condition, our history or existence They callin it reverse racism Still to this day the streets torn - my brother Jung' I'll always have a seat for him - not behind me, beside me You'll always know where to find me They say the close ones will hurt you So let's keep a small circle On the road to riches and diamond rings In the land of the blind, the man with one eye is the king They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, still we choose to ignore The obvious, man this history don't acknowledge us We were scholars long before colleges They say we N-I double G-E-R, we are Much more, but still we choose to ignore The obvious, we are the slave and the master What you lookin for? You the question and the answer