เพลง Ghetto Symphony

Ghetto Symphony - A$AP Rocky/Gunplay/A$AP Ferg

Written by：Rakim Mayers/Eddie Montilla/Tivon Key/Richard Morales, Jr./Darold Ferguson/Jonathan Williams/Imogen Heap/Peter Chill/Allan Sigsworth

Producer：V Don/Lord Flacko

Do just what I tell you

Don't come in any closer

And no one will get hurt

Cause I don't know how long I can hold my heart in two

A rebel I be one day on that track with Gunplay

Outcast my whole life so I decide to spit like André

Beef is on my entree gin and juice that's Bombay

Driving fast the wrong way I swear life is like a one way

P**sy on a Sunday business on a Monday

My new crib came with feng shui and my closet is like a runway

Come be my fiancee she f**k me in a Hyundai

My rooftop got a lounge just sit around and watch her sunbathe

Dinner date for one K shopping date for two K

Bougie a** b**ch made me wait to f**k for two days

Finally got it today swear to God my mood changed

Top off like toupees drop off touche

Yeah my mouth is full of gold and I'm a city boy

And my outfit was in Vogue I'm a pretty boy

Bounce boy Flacko tell 'em holla at a n**ga G

Riding on my enemies this my ghetto symphony

Don't come in any closer

Don't come in any closer

Don't come in any closer

Don't come in any closer

Whipping Whitney my mama as a witness

B**ches lickin' and locking up my swishas

Once she blow my whistle she know it's dismissal

Spread the news I'm official now hop out my foreign vessel

Before I get aggressive forget it war ready

Already tested tears and blood invested

Till my cardiac's arrested and my 40 ounce is empty

Show me what you owe me and a porterhouse with that

Black magic on the tires only I

Rolling down a lonely mile phony smile

Warrants police on me now still tourin'

And my chain it may slow me down cheer for

Pain in its purest form

Don't complain I came to reign from here forward still noid

So crib got clear doors

Burning planes in my Air Force and all I can see is clear ports

Don't come in any closer

Don't come in any closer

Don't come in any closer

Don't come in any closer

Since Rocky spit like André I'm gon' kill 'em like Big Boi

These rappers is on my entrée eat 'em like cookies Chips Ahoy

Mm enjoy when I get annoyed know a couple n**gas that'll kill for joy

Either Gunplay runway trip avoid body get found by a lil' fishin' boy

Arnold Schwarzen**ga toss a n**ga

Like codeine mixed with a roid

Slow punch make a n**ga chin collide

That's for talking how fast you could grip a nine

D**n look how the hollow tip hit his spine

Little motherf**kers that commit the crime

These n**gas got the sidewalk sipping wine

Guess that's why the ground sip the wine

Pouring liq so I soak in lift and shine

Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky

My soul gets cold when my n**gas died

So and so n**gas live and die

Beneath shoe soles you will reside

Rappers get a mil for these freakin' lies

Sign a couple deals for these freakin' lies

How many times in your eyes has a n**ga died

Never

Spittin' it like a Beretta nobody do it better n**ga