asaad (saudi money) - song lyrics
[produced by ben pramuk]
friday the 13th, 2012
sin sin sin, we livin’ in h-ll
and all the real n-ggas, either dead or in jail
they blind to it, but they feel it in braille
i wonder if we’ll see a h-llen keller miracle
you rebel yell, i’m hearing you
double entendres, that’s rookie sh-t
and food for thought this steak to a cookie crisp
cereal, you lunch n-gga
you so f-cking late, you lunch n-gga
f-ckin’ muggle sc-m, f-ckin’ dumb n-gga
you ate n-gga, you lunch n-gga
you want me to f-ckin’ admit it
alright alright alright, i’ll f-ckin’ spit it
we wanted it, and we f-ckin’ did it
you f-ckin’ right, we f-ckin’ did it
wanted it, i had to f-ckin’ get it
like og infared jordan 6’s
i have a superiority complex
meaning selflessly selfish, that’s the complex
n0body built like me, superiority
no frat f-ckin’ sisters in serorities
school spirit, you boring me
f-ckin’ hypebeasts, you boring me
i’m a design kid, dressing accordingly
smile on ben face as he’s recording me
swishers sweets, grandma kush
a bird in a hand is worth more than a bush
volume on 27, white lighter sh-t
a real n-gga and my life would be a bad b-tch
got the feeling someone holdin’ out
that same phony feeling that moc’d holden out
don’t wanna talk about it, rather be about it
got a problem with it, see me about it
yeah, see me about it
my mojo, never seen without it
pickin’ up a mic is like picking up a gun
or picking up your new blown back son
shine bright, shoot for the stars
the world is yours, the future is ours
the past is the past, it’s irrelevant
i f-ck for fun i could never be f-ckin’ celibate
the h-rn the h-rn the l-sty f-ckin’ h-rn
its not a thing to laugh but to scorn
[break] x2
the higher the highs,lower the lows
when will we know, when will we know
i dedicate this to the privileged listening
lyrical diet, pract-tioning
i’m club hopping, these n-ggas crew hopping
f-ckin’ rich sl-ts they take my whole crew shopping
so peep out my m-n-script
to see that is a must i drop luxury sh-t
um, reservations for 6
bill was like 6 – dropped a 1000 dollar tip
ask quil 300 in the bathroom
troy found it, and gave it back to him
real n-gga sh-t, but we off that
boss up, n-gga get off that
i’m over it, meaning we off that
i’m over it, meaning we off that
oh its f-ck me nah it’s f-ck you
you a grown man stand on your own two
or on fours dog, f-ckin’ b-tch
if we got knocked you’d prolly f-ckin’ snitch
i seen the same sh-t happen to rich
not hill the real but you know him as mitch
2012 look where its coming to
i’m just saying, is it true
2012 look where its coming to
i’m just saying, is it true
[outro] x4
he is i
i am him
him is me
the man that i am
new black
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