Ghetto Symphony - ASAP Rocky feat Gunplay & A$ap Ferg
[Intro]
Do just what I tell you
Don't come in any closer
And no one will get hurt
Cause I dunno how long I can hold my heart in two
[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
A rebel I be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entre, gin and juice thats Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one-way
P_ssy on a sunday, fitness on a monday
My new crib came with feng shui
And my closet is like a runway
Come be fiancee, she f_ck me in a Hyundai
My rooftop got a lounge
Just a sit around and watch her sunbathe.
Dinner date for one K, shopping date for two K
Bougie ass b_tch made wait to f_ck for two days
Finally go the two day, swear to god my mood change
Top off like toupes, drop off, touche
Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I'm a pretty boy
Bounce, boy, Flacko tellem holla at a n_gga G
Riding on my enemies, this my Ghetto Symphony
[Verse 2: Gunplay]
Whippin whitney, My mama as a witness
B_tches Lickin' and locking up my swishas
Once she blow my whistle
She know it's dismissal
Spread the news I'm official
Now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive
Forget it, war ready, already tested
Tears and blood invested
Till my cardiacs arrested and my 40 oz is empty
Show me watcha owe me and a porterhouse with that
Black magic on the tires only I
Rolling down the lonely mile phony smile, was
Police on me now, still touring
And my chain it may slow me down cheer for
Pain, in it's purest form
Don't complain I came to reign
From here forward, still noid
So crib got clear doors
Burning grains in my air force
And all I can see is clear ports
[Verse 3: ASAP Ferg]
Since Rocky spit like Andre I'm gonna kill em' like Big Boi
These rappers is all my entree,
Eat em' like cookies, chips ahoy
Eat, enjoy, when I get annoyed
No cover n_ggas that I kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Money get style, my lil fishin boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a n_gga
Like codein mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a n_gga trip collide
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
Damn, n_gga I doubt they tell this my heart
And the motherf_ckers come in to cry
You n_ggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that's when a girl sip the white
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My show get cold, all my n_ggas died
So and so, n_ggas live and die
Beneath choose souls you will reside
Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many time your eyes and a n_gga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better n_gga
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