Clams Casino - Leaf

[Intro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] I'm so happy, you know um You know I looked at the crowd and you know I look at my fans, I look at their faces, they expressions And I know that damn well, we are some partying mothafuckas [Verse 1: ASAP Rocky] Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers Tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick of phony niggas I'm sticking to these bitches, cause I'm sick of all these sisters I'm sick and tired of tryna survive, I'm sick tired of my environment I'm sick and tired of feeling deprived, I'm one of a kind, when in my climate I'm sick and tired of your facade and all of your lying and all your diamonds Basically I'm tired of feeling sick and tired ASAP, born in money makin' Manhattan Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attrakion Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre If you disrespect them niggas then I'm polishin' the nadre And I'm coming to your casa for your madre and padre Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max Little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick [Hook] I'm in your hood, you ain't got no ticket I'ma down to Earth nigga, we could kick it Take a hit with me, take a hit with me Ain't on stage behind the scene, I'm probably mixing lean Chilling with my niggas, with my team Come and take a sip with me, take a sip with me [Verse 2: Squadda B] Once again mister back selling crack It's an honor keeping real nigga music on the map Street raps, new face, sampled with no craze 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 shoe box and lint I only write raps just to give you niggas hits Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney My album coming November, that's 20 years of memory And that's assuming I'mma 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: Mondre M.A.N] Why fuss? I'd rather fuck Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust 7 deuce, waiting on the bus Before the 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 2 step, move my foot and keep it pushing Always bouncing back, got it keep the cushion And that's something fat, like eating all the pudding ASAP we got it slap, bruh good looking Fuck that, ASAP 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 [Hook] [Outro: Ol' Dirty Bastard] This go out to all the rappers, this go out to the little darlings The little kids running around in the schoolyards, I love you Keep it good, keep it good kids cause you know I love you, I'mma always love you, forever