K-pop Lyrics

Hold up and analyze
Come on, get on, get some
Listen close as I prove my point
We do our thing, son (Yeah)
Hold up and analyze,
who want something?
Come on, get on, get some, yeah
Listen close as I prove my point
Ready to make
an entrance so back on up (Yeah)
No comparison,
we more solid than they are (Uh)
Me and Hit-Boy,
they say we like the new Gang Starr (Uh)
Me and Flacko,
they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B,
he could be home any day, God (Yeah)
Wake up out the bed scruffy,
sparkin my J
Shine my nickel-plated
then Im startin my day
My old lady call me baby,
told her, ＂Pardon my age＂
Twelve shells in the gauge
like a carton of eggs
We goin home like Eric Cartman,
chromosomes on my conscience
Hear some niggas talkin nonsense,
call up Nasty Nastradamus
Rock the pearls and diamonds,
break the promise, break her wallets
Break her heart and break her pockets,
takin notes like guidance counselors
Aristocrat like a chancellor,
the answer to the, uh, panhandlers
The corners with the mans is up,
the jig is up, the scams is up
Yeah, they hands is up,
lookin in the crowd, yeah
Tryna fuck the world,
but my pants still up
Tryna invest, to all my Gs,
before we rest in peace
Before we rest in peace
The rest is set, the record set
as soon as I release
The room is streets,
I roam the streets with no security
They know a nigga overseas (Uh)
Kind of swag thats passed
from your mom and dad
Prada bags and we cheesin
on them Calvin ads (Yeah, yeah)
Mightve peeped the billboards
fifty feet when out in traffic
Starin at them naked pictures,
shit, you bound to crash it
No comparison,
we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy,
they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko,
they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B,
he could be home any day, God
Hold up and analyze
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
Come on, get on, get some
Call up Nasty Nas,
niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah
Wake up out the bed,
wrap my durag up
Say a prayer,
Im thankin God that mom dukes had us
Monotone style like
Guru on some Preemo cuts
Crewneck by McQueen,
go nuts
Jewels over my
white hoodie like Juvie in 9-8
Its movies that I make,
Peruvian white flake
It tore the community at a high rate,
adversity I faced
I roll my own gas to make sure t
hat its not laced
Damn, I used to hit the
block hopin they see me
Watchin Video Music Box,
sittin close to the TV
I was inspired by
Whodini and Kool G
Got my first pair of Js,
thought I was 2-3 (Air)
Invest in all my Gs before we rest in peace
Cause we sure to rest in peace,
my shorty is a piece
A piece of mind, a dimepiece,
I might buy her a piece of property
You mightve had some joints
But aint nothin like me and Rocky seen
No comparison,
we more solid than they are
Me and Hit-Boy,
they say we like the new Gang Starr
Me and Flacko,
they say we the new wave gods
Shout to Max B,
he could be home any day, God
Come on, get on, get some
Yeah, A$AP Mob got Mass Appeal
We do our things son
Listen close as I prove my point
Tell Hit we got a hit, ayy, ayy
Tell Hit we got a hit, ahh
Call up Nasty Nas,
niggas hit the lick like ah, ah, ah