More songs by A$AP Rocky
Description
Associated Performer: A$AP Rocky
Composer, Lyricist: Rakim Mayers
Producer: N/A
Lyrics and translation
Original
It's been a lil' while since I been in the league.
A couple lil' droughts, couple of leaks. Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats.
Last time I checked, we still in the lead. Run up a check for the love of the cheese.
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt? Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat.
Need order protection for fuckin' with me. And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me.
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me.
You better walk with a vest 'cause you runnin' to me, runnin' to me.
Get that boy out the section, he talk to police.
Gangstas move in silence, talkin' this breeze. Semi-automatic under the breeze, who want it with me? With me.
I can't give 'em that, uh-uh. Don't throw up they set, uh-uh.
Can't forget what you did, uh-uh. Remember how you act, uh-uh. Talk behind my back, uh-uh.
Talk all kind of trash, uh-uh. My back got all kind of stabs, uh-uh.
You was throwin' jabs, uh-uh. Got me on my ass, uh, down to my last, uh. Shit, they probably laugh, uh.
I can't go out sad, uh. I keep bouncin' back, uh.
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs. Up, like I upped the gat. Up to the fuckin' max.
Up, up, smokin' puffin gas. Up from a fuckin' nap. Clutch, what the fuck was that? Hush.
-I hear some nigga. -Back from the fuckin' past.
Back, right up on they ass. Back, in my fuckin' bag, yuh.
The game that I can't divorce, final boss hog, all chat slogged off, all call.
Zells screamin' "encore" when I'm long -gone.
-It's been a lil' while since I been in the league. A couple lil' droughts, couple of leaks.
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats. Last time I checked, we still in the lead.
Run up a check for the love of the cheese. Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat. Need order protection for fuckin' with me.
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me.
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me. You better walk with a vest 'cause you runnin' to me, runnin' to me.
Get that boy out the section, he talk to police.
Gangstas move in silence, talkin' this breeze. Semi-automatic under the breeze, who want it with me? With me.
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs. Up, like I upped the gat.
Up to the fuckin' max. Up, up, smokin' puffin gas. Up from a fuckin' nap.
Clutch, what -the fuck was that? Yuh. -I hear some nigga.
Up, smokin' puffin gas. Up from a fuckin' nap. Clutch, what the fuck was that?
Yuh.
English translation
It's been a lil' while since I been in the league.
A couple lil' droughts, couple of leaks. Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats.
Last time I checked, we still in the lead. Run up a check for the love of the cheese.
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt? Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat.
Need order protection for fuckin' with me. And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me.
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me.
You better walk with a vest 'cause you runnin' to me, runnin' to me.
Get that boy out the section, he talk to police.
Gangstas move in silence, talkin' this breeze. Semi-automatic under the breeze, who want it with me? With me.
I can't give 'em that, uh-uh. Don't throw up they set, uh-uh.
Can't forget what you did, uh-uh. Remember how you act, uh-uh. Talk behind my back, uh-uh.
Talk all kind of trash, uh-uh. My back got all kind of stabs, uh-uh.
You was throwin' jabs, uh-uh. Got me on my ass, uh, down to my last, uh. Shit, they probably laugh, uh.
I can't go out sad, uh. I keep bouncin' back, uh.
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs. Up, like I upped the gat. Up to the fuckin' max.
Up, up, smokin' puffin gas. Up from a fuckin' nap. Clutch, what the fuck was that? Hush.
-I hear some nigga. -Back from the fuckin' past.
Back, right up on they ass. Back, in my fuckin' bag, yuh.
The game that I can't divorce, final boss hog, all chat slogged off, all call.
Zells screamin' "encore" when I'm long -gone.
-It's been a lil' while since I been in the league. A couple lil' droughts, couple of leaks.
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats. Last time I checked, we still in the lead.
Run up a check for the love of the cheese. Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat. Need order protection for fuckin' with me.
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me.
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me. You better walk with a vest 'cause you runnin' to me, runnin' to me.
Get that boy out the section, he talk to police.
Gangstas move in silence, talkin' this breeze. Semi-automatic under the breeze, who want it with me? With me.
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs. Up, like I upped the gat.
Up to the fuckin' max. Up, up, smokin' puffin gas. Up from a fuckin' nap.
Clutch, what -the fuck was that? Yuh. -I hear some nigga.
Up, smokin' puffin gas. Up from a fuckin' nap. Clutch, what the fuck was that?
Yuh.