Текст песни Back Home, A$AP Rocky, Mos Def, Acyde, ASAP Yams

[The Jaggerz:]
Gotta find my way back home,
I've been away too long.
Gotta find my way back home,
I'm moving...

[Verse 1: ASAP Rocky]
Warlords, we all Lords, but we your Lords,
Tryna find home, next stop is the Waldorf,
Past the racism and fakeism,
Type of hate that make you feel worse than a rape victim;
Raw dogs, you other niggas mad soft, mad I rap my ass off,
They throwin' mats off till I go bath salt
On wax, spittin' heat to melt the wax off,
I'm Mr. Miyagi and Issey Miyake.
Asshole flow, fuck name brands, past logos,
Now I'm onto grand raps, hands so low,
It's like my fashion style is the life saver,
Guess she wasn't satisfied with titties that Christ gave her,
Braggin' that her new ass shots is a life changer,
Head so good on that girl that I might pay her. Or nah.
Super laid back cat, opposite of fat black, Al Capone,
Tell them lil' niggas Flacko home.

[Verse 2: ASAP Rocky]
Father Lord, forgive me as I load up the semi,
Roll through the city that chose to resent me,
Hold it, don't load it, reload it
On plenty, any foe or a ...
That ever voted against me, dissed me,
Pissed me off, then tried to hold it against me,
Or wish we off the worst of luck that ever hated,
Never hesitated, the designated, all of the wrong that they did me
You stored in my memory, all of the doors that I thought of
Means walk from my enemies,
Sippin' holy water like it's bore from my kidneys.
Load the smoke like a chimney, make a toast for the memories,
Make a toast for the Henny, it's the best for the remedies,
Energy, synergy, frienemies, industries,
Finna get advantage on him and his nemesis,
Bitches been sniffin'.
If I, if I ain't the greatest, bitch, I'm one of ‘em,
How in the fuck could you front on ‘em?
My old ho beefin', my ex won't be friends,
Bronson told me not to eat ham, rest in peace Yams!

R.I.P. A Yamborghini!
We gon' take it uptown one time,
We gon' take ‘em back home, show ‘em how me do.
They call me Pretty Flacko ladies and gentlemen,
I'd like to introduce Pretty Flacko Senior.
Yasiin Bey!

[Verse 3: Yasiin Bey]
Magnum spectacular, black man megalos,
Shine amethyst, fly champion, it's like that again.
What's happenin'? Mathematics master bling,
Flacko season, all day, everyday.
Ask me how it's goin',
I tell ‘em on and on, and on, and on, and
You led me out of end of zone.
Steady flowin', stayin' golden,
Sand cover, ready rover,
Flacko glowin' in that Owens,
That's how it's goin'.
Awareness to the areas, familiar with the routes,
Travellin' man, movin' through places, space and time
In a country called Earth.

[ASAP Yams:]
Nahmean? These tacky ass mothafuckas be in the pictures wearin' all types of mothafuckin' red and green stripes, overaccessorizin' out this mothafucka! We from Harlem, we gave y'all mothafuckas this wave. Grab y'all surfboards, ‘cause y'all got ya Boogie Boards right now, fucka! Y'all just gon' keep watchin' us at the beach show with your mothafuckin' khakis rolled up, with your chancletas in your hand, and we just gon' keep surfin' on this mothafucka. Straight up! It's ya boy, ASAP Yams, Yamborghini. Yo, Rock-man, let these mothafuckas know what it is out this mothafucka. ASAP, bitch!