Leaf (feat. Main Attrakionz)

Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers

I'm tired of these dances by these fucking 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 feeling deprived

I'm one of a kind when in my climate

Sick and tired of your façade

And all of your lying and your diamonds

Basically, I'm tired of feelin' sick and tired

A$AP (A$AP) born in money-makin' Manhattan

Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attraktion

Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre

If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nine-trey

And I'm coming 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, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick

I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket

I'm a 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 mixing lean

Chilling 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

Ay, ay, ay, once again, Mr. Back Selling Crack

It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map

Street raps, new face, sampling with no credits

Doubting 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 waking up to money in the bank

'Cause last year, it was shoebox and lint

I only write raps just to give you niggas hints

Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney

My album coming November, that's twenty years of memory

And that's assuming 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'm a 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 mixing lean

Chilling 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, hold up, ay, why fuss? I'd rather fuck

Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust

Seven deuce, waiting 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 pushing

Always bouncin' back, gotta keep the cushion

And that's somethin' fat, like eating all the pudding

A$AP, we got a slap, bruh, good looking

Fuck that, A$AP where I come from

456, Ice City slums

Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues

Buying Swisher Sweets, no more honey buns

Fresh white tee, bright like the sun

Only nigga 'round here rocking Мишка

I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket

I'm a 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 mixing lean

Chilling 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