A$AP Rocky - Err Thing Valid (Remix) lyrics

[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky] Harlem world dealt me so I'm valid Chillin' in my purple palace in my Palace skate gear Same year I was climbin' up the chart Got bored with the game full of ladders cause there's snakes there Bruh I had to have it, game was rappin' average I'm a father to these ba*tards, I should claim them on my taxes Bunch of f**in' mini-me's, you just stuntin' like your daddy You know they say, cats who run they mouth the loudest run the fastest lord You don't wanna get embarra**ed lord Cause my n***a's with the static lord Pullin' out the automatic All this malice in Manhattan and your status based on madness, boy Who the n***a put you n***as on the swaggin'? Who the n***a stylin' k**in' fashion with no stylist? Whoe the pretty n***a smilin' gold teeth, no medallion? I can hit south of park, Mike Trout when I'm battin' boy [Hook: Smoke DZA] It's cool, you can roll up right here Live life like you don't have a care Champagne like every day's New Year's That's on deck over here Everything valid (valid, valid) Everything valid (valid, valid) Everything valid (valid, valid) [Verse 2: Smoke DZA] Kush god, I'm a hot n***a f** with Snoop Dogg with the pot, n***a Shout out to Uncle Snoop from up top, n***a Really f**in' cool we got it locked n***a Everything valid Brand new pa**port, the old one tatted Cup runneth over, PJ in the chalice Life is too good, not a bit of malice Harlem get the money, [?] life forever Dice game poppin', what's in the bank, whatever Hoppin' out [?] , snackin' on buchetta I'm in [?] so much they know my order before I said it Ma say I'm off the Richter I'm in the panorama takin' panoramic pictures Travel across the globe gettin' paid off my scriptures Everybody eatin' Extra chicken, hold the fixins [Hook] [Verse 3: Cam'ron] Listen, everything is valid 40 cal, trigger finger got the callus I got style, I'm stylin' no stylist Clothes from France, French dressin' no salad SK, AK yeah I be bustin' those things Fifty keys, new cars, touchin' those things Bad b**hes and money, in love with those things Blue cheese on the ranch, no buffalo wings sh**, that probably went over your head I tear your whole loaf off, over this bread And you know I don't like lames I've been gettin' it before there was a bike lane [Hook]