[Intro: DJ Green Lantern]

The boy I see, Southside Queens

Bad Boy, Grind Music

Sean C, LV, I see y'all let's get it

[Verse 1: Aasim]

Uh, uh, cashmere thoughts, Polo repertoire

Skully hat low, over my eyes, this dark ass Reservoir

Vodka breath, cranberry bladder, Yankee fitted

Half a clip clapper, ex-block hugger, vivid verse blaster

Champerty mask and glover, '90s Ac' pusher

Caesar rocker, mixtape, barber shopper

In the gutters where the potholes swallow, many models

I sit and clutch a bottle while my capo load the hollows

Follow no trends, catch me in a 550 Benz

The proper state of mind for a Queens nigga with dreams figure

Ten out of ten of these rappers is fiction

Words spoken out they mouth don't match they description

Your pedigrees got fleas, I'm pure bred, my rep is clean

Southside soldier, rebel lost, Aasim

The pretty pussy plucker, fuck a front, I'm strictly hunnids

So many niggas stuntin', out of gas, and quickly done and

[Chorus: Aasim]

They tell me I ain't shit, but I'm grindin' like (Go)

Breathin' heavy, but I'm still on the climb it's like (Go)

Through the dark, a little light gon' shine it's like (Go)

I've been patient now the world is mine I'm like (Go)

For niggas with they life on the line it's like (Go)

Through the dark, a little light gon' shine it's like (Go)

My niggas say, my bitches say

My niggas say, my bitches say

[Interlude: DJ Green Lantern]

Aasim D'Xplicit

He ain't snappin, he ain't trappin', you might have to think about this shit real quick, man

You might actually have to think about it, haha

The Evil Genius, Green Lantern

This is a motherfuckin' invasion, man

This real hip hop music

[Verse 2: Aasim]

Uh, denim imports, Red Monkeys, True Religions

Exclusive vision keeps me movin' through the groove with rhythm

My swag is different, bitches tell me I improve the pimpin'

Since time is precious, mama told me never lose a minute

In Puffy coops with chickens, careful how I choose my pigeons

I got a flock that keep my cock up in they tubes, I'm vicious

Blackberry talker, limited edition walker

Concrete stroker, duck the law, I'm outta order

I'm kinda foul, I'm not a flower child, I'm solid stone

With studded gold around my collarbone, I got it sewn

From pushin' product to the pro'lems that involve my own

I got revolvers for robbers who disrespect my home

In many jets I've flown, bitches backs I've often blown

When I get lost in songs, I'm thinkin' with a cautious dome

Never floss, I pay a big cost to be the boss

The baby Jesus of New York, yeah I bear the cross

[Chorus: Aasim]

They tell me I ain't shit, but I'm grindin' like (Go)

Breathin' heavy, but I'm still on the climb it's like (Go)

Through the dark, a little light gon' shine it's like (Go)

I've been patient now the world is mine I'm like (Go)

For niggas with they life on the line it's like (Go)

Through the dark, a little light gon' shine it's like (Go)

My niggas say, my bitches say

My niggas say, my bitches say

[Interlude: DJ Green Lantern]

Shout to Vito's in Harlem

My man, Puff, P. Diddy, Puff Daddy

All that shit, Billionaire P

Chuck Bone, Jason Wiley, Bad Boy, bitches

Grind Music, it's a fuckin' invasion

[Verse 3: Aasim]

Uh, uh, Planet Rock rapper, opposite of backpacker

Def Jammer, sex haver, with a Bentley swagger

Aviator jackets camouflage, I'm low and humble

I'm only cocky 'cause I know the struggle, so catch me

Baggin' up a couple bundles, bag the baddest bitches with the

Fattest bubbles, cash is to the masses, Aas's hands is trouble

Flagrant fouler, bank cooler than Frank Mueller

I'm scuba divin', flow is water like a lake in Cuba

Polluted thoughts a few reports had me accused as lost

But I was marinatin', now I'm back to rule the courts

You foolish thought the ruler of this wouldn't reach the public

My liquor's 1,000 proof, the smell's enough to crease your stomach

This Grind Music, bitches, Bad Boy, we rediscovered

So baby, free yourself if you wanna be with them suckers

Aasim, the Killer Mic Thriller, Nike copper

A couple drinks, a couple hoes, and watch my night be proper

[Chorus: Aasim]

They tell me I ain't shit, but I'm grindin' like (Go)

Breathin' heavy, but I'm still on the climb it's like (Go)

Through the dark, a little light gon' shine it's like (Go)

I've been patient now the world is mine I'm like (Go)

For niggas with they life on the line it's like (Go)

Through the dark, a little light gon' shine it's like (Go)

My niggas say, my bitches say

My niggas say, my bitches say

[Outro: DJ Green Lantern]

Rich Dollars, what it is, man?

My man, Headrock, Sean Prez

Jay Gatsby, Mariel Winans

This is Grind Music

This ain't reality TV!