Aasim - Go lyrics

The boy I see, Southside Queens
Bad Boy, Grind Music
Sean C, LV, I see y'all let's get it

Uh, uh, cashmere thoughts, Polo repertoire
Skully hat low, over my eyes
This dark ass Reservoir
Vodka breath, cranberry bladder
Yankee fitted
Half a clip clapper, ex-block hugger
Vivid verse blaster
Champerty mask and glover, '90s Ac' pusher
Caesar rocker, mixtape, barber shopper
In the gutters where the potholes swallow
Many models i sit and clutch a bottle while
My capo load the hollows
Follow no trends, catch me in a 550 Benz
The proper state of mind for a
Queens nigga with dreams figure
Ten out of ten of these rappers is fiction
Words spoken out they mouth


Don't match they description
Your pedigrees got fleas, I'm pure bred
My rep is clean
Southside soldier, rebel lost, Aasim
The pretty pussy plucker, fuck a front
I'm strictly hunnids
So many niggas stuntin', out of gas
And quickly done and

They tell me I ain't shit
But I'm grindin' like (Go)
Breathin' heavy
But I'm still on the climb it's like (Go)
Through the dark
A little light gon' shine it's like (Go)
I've been patient now the world
Is mine I'm like (Go)
For niggas with they life on
The line it's like (Go)
Through the dark
A little light gon' shine it's like (Go)
My niggas say, my bitches say
My niggas say, my bitches say

Aasim D'Xplicit
He ain't snappin, he ain't trappin'
You might have
To think about this shit real quick, man
You might actually have to think about it
Haha the Evil Genius, Green Lantern
This is a motherfuckin' invasion, man
This real hip hop music

Uh, denim imports, Red Monkeys
True Religions
Exclusive vision keeps me movin' through
The groove with rhythm my swag is different
Bitches tell me I improve the pimpin'
Since time is precious
Mama told me never lose a minute
In Puffy coops with chickens
Careful how I choose my pigeons
I got a flock that keep my
Cock up in they tubes, i'm vicious
Blackberry talker, limited edition walker
Concrete stroker, duck the law
I'm outta order
I'm kinda foul, I'm not a flower child
I'm solid stone
With studded gold around my collarbone
I got it sewn
From pushin' product to the pro'lems
That involve my own
I got revolvers for robbers
Who disrespect my home
In many jets I've flown
Bitches backs I've often blown
When I get lost in songs
I'm thinkin' with a cautious dome
Never floss, I pay a big cost to be the boss
The baby Jesus of New York
Yeah I bear the cross

They tell me I ain't shit
But I'm grindin' like (Go)
Breathin' heavy
But I'm still on the climb it's like (Go)
Through the dark
A little light gon' shine it's like (Go)
I've been patient now the world
Is mine I'm like (Go)
For niggas with they life on
The line it's like (Go)
Through the dark
A little light gon' shine it's like (Go)
My niggas say, my bitches say
My niggas say, my bitches say

Shout to Vito's in Harlem
My man, Puff, P diddy, Puff Daddy
All that shit, Billionaire P
Chuck Bone, Jason Wiley, Bad Boy, bitches
Grind Music, it's a fuckin' invasion

Uh, uh, Planet Rock rapper
Opposite of backpacker
Def Jammer, sex haver, with a Bentley swagger
Aviator jackets camouflage
I'm low and humble
I'm only cocky 'cause I know the struggle
So catch me baggin' up a couple bundles
Bag the baddest bitches with the
Fattest bubbles, cash is to the masses
Aas's hands is trouble flagrant fouler
Bank cooler than Frank Mueller
I'm scuba divin'
Flow is water like a lake in Cuba
Polluted thoughts a few reports had
Me accused as lost but, I was marinatin'
Now I'm back to rule the courts
You foolish thought the ruler of
This wouldn't reach the public
My liquor's 1, 000 proof
The smell's enough to crease your stomach
This Grind Music, bitches, Bad Boy
We rediscovered so baby
Free yourself if you wanna
Be with them suckers
Aasim, the Killer Mic Thriller, Nike copper
A couple drinks, a couple hoes
And watch my night be proper

They tell me I ain't shit
But I'm grindin' like (Go)
Breathin' heavy
But I'm still on the climb it's like (Go)
Through the dark
A little light gon' shine it's like (Go)
I've been patient now the world
Is mine I'm like (Go)
For niggas with they life on
The line it's like (Go)
Through the dark
A little light gon' shine it's like (Go)
My niggas say, my bitches say
My niggas say, my bitches say

Rich Dollars, what it is, man?
My man, Headrock, Sean Prez
Jay Gatsby, Mariel Winans
This is Grind Music this ain't reality TV!