A$AP MOB - Y.N.R.E. lyrics

[Produced by AraabMUZIK] [Verse 1] Man, I'm a feeling like rich with the duffle, bricks on the shuffle Yams like, "Twelv, you better stay out of trouble" Cool in state of fold, no snitch in the huddle A$AP mob, money mix with the muscles Dollars falling from the sky, Harlem on the rise On some Sparta sh**, you don't want no problems with these guys I'm no smiling no, how I get you bodied in your ride Check the calendar, got this sh** feeling like July But I'm cool though, graduated school though Don't sip Nuvo, that never been cool though f** it, I'm a fool though, new flow after new flow Twelvy 'bout his kudos, I'm live from the group home Hard knocks, and see the bigger picture Plans to get richer or k** them with the scriptures Huh, so f** them other the n***as (Why?) Cause they ain't f**in' wit' my n***as [Hook] All my n***as throw they A's up See me singing and winning f**ing we living, but you gotta peep the vision All my n***as getting paper Cause we hustle this sh** Young n***as just running this sh** (x2) [Verse 2] Man I'm gunning for the top, million n***as deep Strapped with heat, watch how we occupy the streets With the least in the maximum, all the g's jackin' 'em And I keep the calcium, and I'm known for blasting them Stop hara**ing them, about b**hes and his rapper friends, oh All what .. That queer sh** is sickenin' All about my Benjamins Old sh** is all black timbaland Y'all old n***as feminine Y'all ain't getting dividends Man I got racks to get Man I got racks to spend I'm fit on some rapper sh** I'm caught in the loop, straight from the stoop To the booth, next stop a coup, I'm the truth What it do Why they let this young n***a loose I'm the truth, this is what I do in the booth Man I have fun, and I spaz on everything Cause young n***as run everything