Yung moses, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Ferg, Kanye West - Rocky, Ferg and Kanye Freestyle lyrics

Fuck you, it's the alien
It's the monster and I don't know
What to say to him
I got a date again, I was late again
Head up ate it then, and I was faded then
Well fuck it then, got a gun, tuck it then
Real friends, ya' stuck with them

Like Jada said "when you thinkin' then
You thinkin' of a problem"
And I come from Harlem, click pow
Revolve em' you don't want no problems
Y'all nigga will starve em'
I don't give a fuck, click pow, revolve em'
A lord will save 'em, empty wave 'em
Come through flame 'em
The dollar engrave em'
I'm hopin' 'Ye save 'em, comin' with the-

I invented "save a hoe", save the flow
I invented going broke
I didn't save the dough
But they paid me though
Ain't it though, and the most hated though
Fuck, yeah, yeah, A$AP, eh, Ferg

He invented "save a hoe", I saved it though
I like "neverhoe" and Navajo
Not a hoe, come through a lot of dough
Getting cream, artichoke
I oughta choke a lot of
You niggas on the block
Come through with the Glock
Trap Lord on my stomach and
I'm feelin' like I'm 'Pac
You will get shot don't play with the kid
Aim to your wig, I spray at your bed
Niggas better lay on the eh
And I do it how I do it
Niggas still ridin' in the Buick
Lookin' all stupid lookin' foolish

Above you like God, and like the lord said
Tell that bitch to suck my
Fuckin' long golden sword
Swore to lord, I said it before
Man curious like George
I fuck ya broad when I'm bored
Never gave a fuck about shit I can't afford
I just get it then I explore
It and then ignore it
Until the day came when I got
A chance or an advance
And I bought what I wanted for my parents
Fuck you niggas know chain
Hangin' from my pants
Never on the low in the stands I don't dance
In the club by the door
With the gun by my hands
By my pants a motherfuckin' eighty-

I'ma tell all you niggas, y'all niggas owe me
I'm gettin' cheese you still gettin' baloney
You think you on top but you niggas below me
Bitch you could blow me, homie
You don't know me
This the D-F-E-R-G with the homies
A-$-A-P, T-R-A-P, L-O-R-D, nigga, pay me
Yeezy comin' through, please, believe me
Ya'll niggas cheesy, lookin' all greasy
Y'all nigga don't wanna mess with yeezy
I got the motherfuckin' cheese in my deesy
We might have to call Jeezy for the adlibs
Or Weezy for a bad bitch
With my 700 Yeezys on
I got 700 Yeezys, homes believe me, homes