Multiply - A$AP Rocky/Juicy J

F**k niggas gon' multiply

'Fore the real niggas die

Fake niggas gon' multiply

'Fore the real niggas live

F**k niggas won't multiply

F**k niggas won't multiply

F**k niggas won't multiply

Yeah ni**a it's your boy Juicy J

Man you gotta watch out

For these old backstabbin'

Broke a** you know what I'm sayin'

Jealous hatin' a** niggas out here man

You know what I'm sayin'

Man these niggas

Ain't no real niggas man

Know what I'm sayin'

Niggas be smilin' in your face

Back in the buildin'

Sold crack in the livin' room

Niggas toe-tagged

Sold gats for a livin'

Doo rag keep a red

Or blue flag in the denim

One you be with be the one

To shoot at ya in a minute

Come to Harlem

If you never seen Baghdad

First place

I seen a ni**a sell crack at

Where the hustlers don't sleep

Take cat naps

Shorty with the shotty limpin'

Like he got a bad back bad back

Even in my will keep it real

Thuggin' in my field

'Til the day I peel keep it trill

Anything I feel

Youngins trained to kill aimin'

Bangin' steel and slangin' krill

She shake it all for Satan

Just to paint her nails and pay her bills

I ain't really f**kin' with that Been Trill

Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill

Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots

But these mothaf**kas

Better give me my props

Word to Pac

We're the reason

That these niggas gettin' throwed

Reason why you niggas wearin' gold

Jail pose in the pictures

Prayin' fingers to your nose

I remember if Pimp was alive

He'd tell these hoes and these niggas

Even in my will keep it trill

To the day I peel

Even in my will keep it trill

To the day I peel

Even in my will keep it trill

To the day I peel

Even in my will keep it trill

To the day I

When the real niggas die

Fake niggas gon' multiply

When the real niggas die

Fake niggas gon' multiply

When all the real niggas die

Fake niggas gon' multiply

But if the real niggas live

F**k niggas won't multiply

I'm the original Balmain badass

Ni**a

I'm the original Margiela madman

In the words of A$AP Yams

Smack the sh*t out a ni**a

In these skinny pants

Feel me

Don't get it f**ked up ni**a

We been jiggy been pretty

Still tell a b**ch suck my dick

Swag swag ni**a

F**k with a ni**a like me

RIP my ni**a Pimp C

HBA sh*t is weak

You can keep that

Sh*t I might f**k around

And bring the Jeep back

No doors on it

Flexin' with the seat back

B-Boy with the G pack

Might f**k around

And bring the mink back

Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks ni**a

If you deaf bring the beat back ni**a

F**k with a ni**a like me

RIP my ni**a Pimp C

HBA sh*t is weak you can keep that

I'm a trend setter

You ain't even peep that

Where the hoes where the w**d

Where the cheese at

F**k the FCC tell 'em bleep that

We ain't no fashion killas ni**a

We fashionable killas

Ya'll got Flacko

F**ked up

I'm the motherf**kin'

Lord of this fashion sh*t

Don't I deserve just to brag a bit

Set the blueprint

F**k your two cents

Number 1 stunner

Ask Tumblr if I'm accurate

My motherf**kin' swag is immaculate

Plus I got enough style

Just to mack your b**ch

I think back to when pockets packin lint

It's like a ni**a got rich on accident

Now back to Pimp

B**ches lie killers never lie

Triggers on the side by side

Bet I'm down to ride

Prosper said let's ride to the sky

Call it catastrophic

Say

We don't ever die

We just multiply b**ch

Fake a** niggas

You know what I'm sayin'

These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout

They a street ni**a and sh*t

Man niggas be gettin' extorted

Like a mothaf**ka out here man

You know what I'm sayin'