Lyrics and vocals: Maaji
Production: Maaji
Mixing: Gecsa

Intro:
Fashion killa, original like J (Dilla) 
Who that is if it isn't fuckin (Flacko) 

Chorus 1:
Question to these fake ass 
canal street rappers
Fuck y'all be doing, 
y'all are anal bead trackers
Brand new guy, passion
Jiggy patterns, fashion 
Fuck the fake ones, ain't got manners,
never will be second

Verse 1:
Got a Royale flush at the Clams Casino 
Scarface type of shit, felt like Al Pacino
Ain't dragon, but I purge, em with hell, fire
Corpse Wagon, lines murder all of them tyrants
R.I.P., if I tire, 
Be the diamond breakin iron
Nervous? Gotta fix your posture
Try to be always strive and prosper
Back to the gang
get back to the pack
Twats flex with fake friends
But Asap ain't caps

Chorus 1

Verse 2
Don't break bad, but might break your tape
Players be feeling baby blue, and they fuckin fail
Makin Flourine hazy, my smoke got me crazy
ADHD, not insane, but insanely crazy
Had a friend who literally flexed with a sword
Guess you're scared to use bare hands, little boy
Turn my volume up, explode like Gus
Turn my volume up, ear orgasm, thot!

Chorus 1

Bridge:
Maaji how you been, I've been kickin it with the gang bruh
Maaji how you been, I've been cruisin with my crew bruh
Maaji how you been, I've been cooking in my booth, bruh
Maaji how you been, rats been playin with the cobra 

Chorus 2:
These wack rappers got me feelin like I'm Flacko 
Should I put some ice on, maybe I dunno
Budapest taxis are already a flex thing
Cabbin' with girls whose bodies' ain't plastic

Verse 3
New choppa, new choppa, it came with my fate
New rocker, new rocker, Rocky was his name
One Homie told me 
your song is so clean
Fuckin problems, recalled when I heard the heat 
Asap, get like me, never met a motherfucker fresh like me
Something has changed the mind inside of me
Maaji gained rhymes despite apart from these

Chorus 2

Verse 4
Demons surround on me, so I play some Flacko
Hoes want the boy, showed em who's da goat
Telephone calls, feels like I own vibrators
Peso is the ringtone, tongue moves like a sharp razor
That's why girls bleed, use of bloody rhymes, right?
Maybe that's why they like 
Edward from Twilight
I'm a Bloody Poet (Poet), 
call me Nero (Wrap it up)
I gotta show em (show em) 
I ain't Zero (he ain't)

Pre-Chorus
Rappin tongue of Harlem's Devil
East Coast God, Another level
This is the ode to your voice 
from a 20 year old sophomore
Gotta make em proud, bitch
Gotta make the crowd lit
Ice cold flow, ice cold mind
Kid turns out just fine

Chorus 2

Outro:
Love to the mob, 
Love in my bars
Check in with y'all
I've done my job, 
Maaji is the name,  Y'all not my kind
Trust me, I'm Maaji, I'm goddamn right 

I love the A$AP Mob

Btw, new songs incoming ;)

