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Album: At.Long.Last.A$AP (2015)
  • War Lords, we all Lords, but we your Lords
    Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf
    Past the racism and fake-ism
    Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim, raw dogs
    You other rappers mad soft, mad I rap my ass off
    They throwin' mats off, till I go bath salt
    On wax, spitting heat to melt the wax off
    I'm Mr Miyagi and Issey Miyake
    Ass hole flow, fuck name brands, past logos
    Now I'm onto grand raps, hands so low, uh
    It's like my fashion style is the life saver
    Guess she wasn't satisfied with titties that Christ gave her
    Bragging that her new ass shots is a life changer
    Head so good on that girl that I might pay her, or no
    Super laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone
    Tell them lil' niggas Flacko home

    Gotta find my way back home
    I've been way too long
    Gotta find my way back home
    I've been way too long
    Gotta find my way back home
    I've been way too long
    Gotta find my way back home
    I've been way too long

    Father, Lord forgive me as I load up the semi
    Roll through the city, that Joseph is in me
    Hold it, don't load it, reload it
    On plenty, any, [?]
    That ever voted against me, dissed me
    Pissed me off then tried to hold it against me
    Or wish we off the worst luck that ever hated
    Never hesitated, the designated (all of the wrong) they did me
    You stored in my memory all of the doors that I thought of
    Means walk from my enemies
    Sippin' holy water like it's bore from my kidneys
    Load the smoke like a chimney, make a toast for the memories
    Make a toast for the henny, it's the best for the remedies
    Energy, synergy, frienemies, industries
    Finna get advantage on him and his nemesis
    Bitches been sniffing
    If I, if I ain't the greatest, bitch I'm one of em
    How in the fuck could you front on em
    My old ho beefing, my ex won't be friends
    Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace Yams

    Rest in peace Yams, RIP A$AP Yamborghini
    We gon' take it up town one time
    We gon' take em back, show em how me do
    They call me Pretty Flacko ladies and gentlemen
    I'd like to introduce Pretty Flacko Sr
    Yasiin Bey

    Magnum spectacular, black man megalas
    Shine amethyst, fly champion, it's like that again
    What's happening? Mathematics master blin'
    Flacko season, all day, erryday
    Ask me how it's going, I tell em on and on and on and on and
    You led me out to [?]
    Steady flowing, staying golden
    Sand cover, ready Rover
    Flacko glowing in that Owens, that's how it's going
    Awareness to the areas, familiar with the routes
    Travellin man, moving through places space in time
    Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Ultra Tunes
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