Multiply (ft. Juicy J)

Multiply
[Produced by Curtis Heron]
F*** niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply
'Fore the real niggas live, f*** niggas won't multiply
F*** niggas won't multiply, f*** niggas won't multiply
Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh

[Interlude 1: Juicy J]
Yeah ni***, it's your boy Juicy J. Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin', broke ass, you know what I'm sayin', jealous hatin' ass niggas out here man, you know what I'm sayin', man these niggas ain't no real niggas man, know what I'm sayin'? Man these niggas be smilin' in your face
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
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*** sell crack at
Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps
Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, back 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 fuckin' with that Been Trill
Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill
Nah I ain't really into throwin' shots
But these mothafuckas 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*** niggas won't multiply
I'm the original Balmain badass, ni***
I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams
Smack the shit out a ni*** in these skinny pants, feel me?
Don't get it fuc*** up, ni***, we been jiggy, been pretty
Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag swag ni***
F*** with a ni*** like me, RIP my ni*** Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
Shit, I might f*** around and bring the Jeep back
No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back
B-Boy with the G pack, might f*** around and bring the mink back
Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, ni***
If you deaf bring the beat back, ni***
F*** with a ni*** like me, RIP my ni*** Pimp C
HBA shit is weak, you can keep that
I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that
Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at?
F*** the FCC, tell 'em bleep that
(We ain't no fashion killas ni***, we fashionable killas
Ya'll got Flacko fuc*** up)

[Video Beat Switch]
[Verse 3: A$AP Rocky]
I'm the motherfuckin' Lord of this fashion shit
Don't I deserve just to brag a bit?
Set the blueprint, f*** your two cents
Number 1 stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate
My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate
Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch
I think back to when pockets packin' lint
It's like a ni*** got rich on accident
Now back to Pimp, bitches 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
We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch
Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here talkin' 'bout they a street ni*** and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a mothafucka out here man, you know what I'm sayin'?