Aap Rocky - Leaf Lyrics

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Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
Im tired of these dances by these fucking backpackers
And Im sick of all these hipsters, Im sick of phony niggas
Im stickin to these bitches cause Im sick of all these sisters
Im sick and tired of tryna survive
Im sick and tired of my environment
Sick and tired of feeling deprived
Im one of a kind when in my climate
Sick and tired of your faade
And all of your lying and your diamonds
Basically, Im tired of feelin sick and tired
AAP AAP born in money-makin Manhattan
Every nigga on my block wanna be a Main Attraktion
Shout my nigga Squadda, shout my nigga Mondre
If you disrespect them niggas then Im polishin the nine-trey
And Im coming to your casa for your madre and your padre
Comprende? Most of these niggas been gay or they strange
They say I sound like Andre mixed with Kanye, little bit of Max
A little bit of Wiz, little bit of that, little bit of this, get off my dick

Im in your hood, you aint got no ticket
Im a down to Earth nigga, we could kick it
Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh
Take a hit with me, hit with me, uh
Aint on stage, behind the scene, Im probably mixing lean
Chilling with my niggas, with my team
Wont you come and take a sip with me, sip with me? Yeah
Take a sip with me, sip with me, yeah

Ay, ay, ay, once again, Mr. Back Selling Crack
Its an honor keeping real nigga music on the map
Street raps, new face, sampling with no credits
Doubting myself cause I dont think the world can relate
To my surprise, everyone does, so have faith
Half of the other side dont live it, they push play
The young illest alive, Harlem World to the Bay
It feels good waking up to money in the bank
Cause last year, it was shoebox and lint
I only write raps just to give you niggas hints
Every verse a gift, as you smoke like a chimney
My album coming November, thats twenty years of memory
And thats assuming Ima live that long
If I dont, dont cry cause I aint live that wrong
Just an artist in a purest form, I live that song
An artist in the purest form, I live that song, Bambino

Okay, hold up, ay, why fuss? Id rather fuck
Treat her like my enemy, I just wanna bust
Seven deuce, waiting on the bus
Before them boys bend the corner tryna make a bust
Tryouts, Im tryna make the bucks
Purple and the green got me on stuck
So I two-step, move my feet and keep it pushing
Always bouncin back, gotta keep the cushion
And thats somethin fat, like eating all the pudding
AAP, we got a slap, bruh, good looking
Fuck that, AAP where I come from
456, Ice City slums
Weed in my pocket, coke in his tongues
Buying Swisher Sweets, no more honey buns
Fresh white tee, bright like the sun
Only nigga round here rocking