A$AP Ferg - BET Cypher 2013 lyrics

[Hook 2x] My yute, dem boys, dem a flex Clap with the nine, better aim for your chest (Lawd) [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] It ah ring? It ah ring A little Fergenstein with a little Shabba Ranks A train of Jamaican girls that love the Cuban links Got 'em wining like Lil Kim in bikini minks No Limit soldier with a bunch of little tanks Hit 'em where it hurts, make them dudes feel the pain Blood stain on what remains for two gold chains White gold on my gums like c**aine 'Rari and Jaguar switching four lanes Top down screaming out, "Money ain't a thang" [Hook] [Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy] I bet the lord never worries, couple n***as buried See the good die young, gun shots then it's bury So I'm off in a hurry, I ain't forcing no jury To convince me, trill sh**, I'm trying to stay big free Got a budget for the lawyer, risk my freedom on the corner It ain't worth it, making history is more important My thoughts are soaring, smoking power, Mighty Morphin Trip to Fiji in the morning, getting jiggy with a foreign Look I just finished touring, Worldwide residential It all started with a pencil, now my suite presidential Laid up with a bad chick, that never had sh** Hold diamonds and guns, you think I'm mad rich [Hook] [Verse 3: A$AP Nast] From a crack hole down in hells gate To a new breath of air and a brighter day It's a lighter way, I feel good enough To buy a bunch of real estate, move my mother out her space Why? Cause it's the new power anthem And n***a, we the new black panthers Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom Money, power, respect: LOX gave us the answer New World Order say Always Strive and Prosper I know God is watching over me, wash away my sins Now I'm in this b**h a longer stay, A$AP n***a Tell my cousin that I'm on my way, in a hurry f** a hater, I just gotta tie my waist [Hook] [Verse 4: A$AP Ant] City on my back like I run a campaign Baltimore USA, that's my domain Used to sip mad dog, now it's champagne Used to rock the bus, now I catch a damn plane Got a white chick who love c**aine Chill with filled with a young boys pain Rob anybody that got a gold chain From Baltimore where you here the shots rang Peanut bu*ter insides be the wood grain Pull up in an all white paints #Balmain 'bout to blow like nitro, propane already [Hook] [Verse 5: A$AP Rocky] I wrote this sh** in business cla**, give me jet lag This for years of oppressions and the set backs This for chinks, n***as, j**s and the wet backs Crackers towel heads and I can't forget the les, drags This is Huey Newton with the uzi shooting The trill Martin Luther fin to spark the ruger Malcolm X's m**m army marching to ya block Bring the chopper to your preacher's screaming hallejuehah! Dear Mr. President, I'm the sh** Hello, White America, s** my dick They say Lords Never Worry, no hope for the kids Young blood was a thug caught slugs from a crip My father, our father, God father Glocks in the air, HiiiPower This is Kendrick off a visit Jimi's watch tower A longer, seems like Martin dreaming for the longest [Hook]