Xscape (feat. A$AP Twelvyy)

I'm feelin' like Puff back in '98
 Bad Boy here, boost the crime rate
 My hand good but the nine great
 Fuck the law, nigga, crime pays
 Can't tax dirty money
 Thank the Lord for dirty money
 Man, I used to be dead broke
 Now my bank full of dead folks
 Get the Benjis for my brothers
 Grants for the bills and the Jacksons to my mother
 Momma love kept me so clean
 And I got it with the dope fiends
 Now I'm tryna get my dough clean
 Hoes scream when they get a glimpse of the whole team
 In that Velour VLONE
 A Nutcracker at the kingdom
 "Work" banging on my ringtone
 Whole team getting dough, she ain't even know
 It's the year of that A$AP
 Niggas slept on us now it's time for that payback
 It's mad stress round here
 Got my bulletproof vest and my Tec round here
 I just wanna get away
 But I can't get away
 It's like my back's against the wall
 See a nigga want it all, run the game with my dogs
 See they praying that I fall
 Another mural on the wall, front page of the Source
 A blood stain on the floor
 Another black boy lost, left slain in the Porsche
 Man, they killed my nigga Stack B
 I'm yelling, free my nigga Max B
 Man, they killed that boy Trayvon
 I got the right to carry firearms
 Bill of Rights, I know my shit
 Bunch of books and some loaded clips, tell the law, "Suck my dick"
 Free my nigga S-1
 And Remy too, for them 2? I'm a wreck, son
 Light somethin', know a nigga stressed
 Know a nigga blessed, gotta get this shit up off my chest
 Fuck the rest, cause when sun is set
 I'mma burnin' that then kill some clowns with my loaded Tec
 Trigger happy, nigga nappy head peasy
 Motherfucker, be easy motherfucker, ha