Periodic Table - A$AP Twelvyy

Where’s the love for the underdog

Man, they treat me like they wanna fuck

Ain’t the favorite on your undercard

The livest nigga under God

So don’t make me get the gun involved

Catch a charge and run to Baltimore

I hustle more than that nigga in the corner store

Cornerstone

I’ma be the nigga that they calling for

Soaring of

Like that nigga Mike in his Jordan 4's

When I’m coming down only time I’m falling off

Get a calling card, lil' nigga saw a broad, fucking talk

I’ma be a statement for that global Forbes

This that magic shit like Dumbledore

This that lavish shit y’all tumble for

Niggas want it but I want it more

Make a band off a couple cups, man I’m hot

I got the sun involved

I don’t want it, man, I want it all

These my feelings in a couple bars

Sun shining like a fucking star

I was grown up by them Glock boys

Them heat-makers and them hot boys

Them every night make a knot boys

Them rock boys and them Glock boys

(You know you done fucked up, right?)

You fuck around and lick a shot, boy

I was grown up by them Glock boys

Them heat-makers and them hot boys

That every night make a knot boys

Them rock boys and them Glock boys

(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)

You fuck around and lick a shot, boy

I’m from the city where the skinny niggas ride

Big semi on they side

Real life, making fifty out of five

Puffing sticky, sipping Henny, will I drive?

Its how real niggas die but I feel so alive

My eye up on the prize

You always gotta strive

Take your piece of devil pie

Now my level rising high

See a ribbon in the skyline

Fuck the other side

See my shots is ill-advised, tell 'em niggas get inside

It’s dark outside, it’s narcs outside

Trife niggas leave you pumped outside

Parallel to your ride, damn I’m blessed just to see 25

But I’m stressed, see the heat in my eyes?

Keep the heat on my side 'cause this Tec probably keep me alive

I ain’t high, I’m just peeping the vibe

Just beef in the Trap, fuck that, and I ain’t keeping it back

Real rap, this is deeper than rap, yeah

I was grown up by them Glock boys

Them heat-makers and them hot boys

Them every night make a knot boys

Them rock boys and them Glock boys

(You know you done fucked up, right?)

You fuck around and lick a shot, boy

I was grown up by them Glock boys

Them heat-makers and them hot boys

That every night make a knot boys

Them rock boys and them Glock boys

(You can smell a nigga with money, huh?)

You fuck around and lick a shot, boy