Xscape (feat. A$AP Twelvyy)

I'm feelin' like Puff back in '98

Bad Boy here, boost the crime rate

My hand good but the nine great

Fuck the law, nigga, crime pays

Can't tax dirty money

Thank the Lord for dirty money

Man, I used to be dead broke

Now my bank full of dead folks

Get the Benjis for my brothers

Grants for the bills and the Jacksons to my mother

Momma love kept me so clean

And I got it with the dope fiends

Now I'm tryna get my dough clean

Hoes scream when they get a glimpse of the whole team

In that Velour VLONE

A Nutcracker at the kingdom

"Work" banging on my ringtone

Whole team getting dough, she ain't even know

It's the year of that A$AP

Niggas slept on us now it's time for that payback

It's mad stress round here

Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here

I just wanna get away

But I can't get away

It's like my back's against the wall

See a nigga want it all, run the game with my dogs

See they praying that I fall

Another mural on the wall, front page of the Source

A blood stain on the floor

Another black boy lost, left slain in the Porsche

Man, they killed my nigga Stack B

I'm yelling, free my nigga Max B

Man, they killed that boy Trayvon

I got the right to carry firearms

Bill of Rights, I know my shit

Bunch of books and some loaded clips, tell the law, "Suck my dick"

Free my nigga S-1

And Remy too, for them 2? I'm a wreck, son

Light somethin', know a nigga stressed

Know a nigga blessed, gotta get this shit up off my chest

Fuck the rest, cause when sun is set

I'mma burnin' that then kill some clowns with my loaded Tec

Trigger happy, nigga nappy head peasy

Motherfucker, be easy motherfucker, ha