Our Streets (feat. A$AP Ferg) (Instrumental)

作曲：Christopher E. Martin,Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.

作词：Darold D. Brown Ferguson, Jr.

Ferg, Ferg

Check it, check it, check it

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Yo what up, neph', neph'?

(See this is Harlem, these our streets)

Turn the music back up

A$AP

Let's go

I got with **, I'm just pressin' the cheat code

We on a new level with the C-notes

I'm from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo

And ** stay strapped like Girbauds

T-Nice with me week to week though

Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O

For a couple kilos

Coulda had 'em underground, he was livin' life illegal

Now he gettin' right and our pockets lookin' chicho

Sippin' cappuccino on a jet to Cannes

Couple models gettin' lit, they the best in France

Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can

We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man

This beat hot, I could catch a tan

My demographic in L.A. all Mexican

I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand

So every time I get a chance, I'ma bless the fam

What up, what up?

Check it, check it, check it

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Yo what up, neph', neph'?

(See this is Harlem, these our streets)

Turn the music back up

A$AP

Check it, check it, check it

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Yo what up, neph', neph'?

(See this is Harlem, these our streets)

Turn the music back up

A$AP

Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl

Bought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls

Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots

Donated some uniforms, teach 'em how to have guap

** put the soul in it, I make the track hot

And this thing forever, got the game in a padlock

I just want somethin' real, I'm tired of the ** shots

Don't wanna go to the club, I'm tired of them trap spots

My generation's stuck on stupid

Showin' guns on the 'Gram, but no one use it

Sometimes I feel like I'm about to lose it

Because the fake win when y'all know what the truth is

It's me, the F-E-R to the **in' G

My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can ** with me

Rest in peace Guru, nobody can ** with he

You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your **in' dream

Check it, check it, check it

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Yo what up, neph', neph'?

(See this is Harlem, these our streets)

Turn the music back up

A$AP

Check it, check it, check it

Pull up, pull up, pull up

Yo what up, neph', neph'?

(See this is Harlem, these our streets)

Turn the music back up

A$AP

A$AP

A$AP

A$AP