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[Part I: Wiki]

Yeah, it's Wik'

People say that they want me, tell me that they could sell me

I ain't a product, I produce honest

Shit, you's a wise-guy talk in ebonics

Using some chronic to get me to the level where I only settle for the rawest

The flaws that makes it flawless

What I see, just record it

Caught you up in bombers, whether brawling or warring

I'm just a bar with bars, not the type that you swallow

The type I spit till I'm hollow

Oh, I'm hollow, I'm a long goner, destined for the

Put it in perspective, bro, it's right upon us

That's how I always saw it

So even if it's just a couple bucks coming out my wallet

Oh, we balling

From the day we started till the day we call it

Call it what you call it

And nah, I'm not no artist but I do raw serve some broad who's gorgeous

If you fuck with it, pump with it till it's boring

We'll be touring

Coming back for more and more and coming back for more

Up on the train, 86 and it's reckless, I visit my mom

42nd, walk by the Q when you past you get sniffed by the dogs

Dog, I ain't never had no keys, not to a car

Do it right, do it wrong

I remember using Student Cards

First it was orange then it was green

Now they all gone

Now we all beige and we gotta paint it

Every thought that I have in a day

First time I kiss on the train

First time I got lit on the train

First time I got gripped by the pigs on the train

You don't know what it is on the train

You don't know what I did on the train

I fell in love on the train

I been through hell on the train, don't tell me a thing

Let me maintain, let me maintain

I know I'll be well on the train

[Part II: Your Old Droog]

[Part III: A$AP Ferg]

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Beautiful people let's take a second to think

We continue these issues, the ship is drowning, we sink

This is nothing political, this is so we be sync

Sit together forever, we can weather the rain

We can weather the storm, let's try to move on

Build a better community so our children be norm

Transform from arms and bombs like Vietnam

Teach your kid how to eat, teach your kid how to farm

Watch what you put in your body so we could live it long

Mind, body, and soul intact, my niggas strong

Rap ain't no lap, this more like a marathon

This track ain't no track, just something I said it on

Get life in harmony, put love in your arms

Forgive to receive the blessing, the peace and calm

This the product Malcolm X and Farrakhan

Martin Luther and Marvin Gaye alter what ghettos are

All my beautiful people, all my beautiful people

I'm the ghetto apostle, come on, follow, I'll lead you

Tell 'em put down the pipe, leave your bottles and needles

Treat your family right, your mama is gonna need you

Mama, auntie, and cousin, oh, she told you 'bout thugging?

He ain't amount to nothing, he on top of that oven

Selling drugs on that corner as little niggas be drumming

Blaka blaka, the bucking, they fittin' to hit you with something

Check a nigga with hammers, they fittin' to open your bucket

Popping your condom, pimp, and say nothing 'bout stunting

You ain't talking nothing, and you ain't talking 'bout nothing

Bullshit, I'm the pope, I think I am onto something

One hand power people, one hand power people

White, purple, and yellow and all of my brown people

We can be positive, don't let negativity kill you

First up with your friends to move a whole town of people

Hold up

If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle, hold up

If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle

If you ain't 'bout progression then pick up a desert eagle

Yeah, yeah, uh, come on

Harlem World, come on

New York, Harlem World, come on

Yeah, yeah, uh

Let's quit all the fun and games

Let's talk about the world that come with the fame

We all just people, who's to blame

For the road to riches and diamond rings?

I had a premonition me losing my Yamborghini

Lean and ketamine took my man out of his beenie

I wish we could've worked out, eat a bit of zuccini

Traded that big bottle of Henny for the Fiji

I was Alladin, he was a genie

I love his momma, I be saddened when she seen me

Who would've knew that the party would end wrong?

Who would've knew Fergy Ferg would sing a sad song?

Who would've knew A$AP would come this far?

Who would've knew Yams' vision would make us all stars?

The fame and access that kill us all

You ever deal with a drug addict who was your boy?

Who, when you talk to him, he keep nodding off ?

Swear it sound like he was dying every time he snored

Touchy subject, heart kind of sore

I can't help it people, this I cannot ignore

I gotta talk 'bout it, I gotta get it off

Anybody with a problem with it made you niggas soft

Yeah, anybody with a problem with it made you niggas soft

R.I.P. A$AP Yams

R.I.P. Capital Steez

R.I.P. to Chinx Drugz

A$AP, Ferg, New York, I'm out