What About The Rest Of Us - Action Bronson, Joey Bada$$, Rico Love

Oh-five, pounds in the Laredo

They gotta get there today though

Ain’t no time for tryna lay low, babe bro

If you can’t do it, all you gotta do is say no

I’ll take it from there, Asians on grand ready to work it

Displayed a smirk like Mr. Perfect

Under the bridge behind the van in the cab I made the drop-off

Thank signs that nothin popped off

Since I was young, handled lots of foreign vehicles and things

My father wore the ring when he pushed me in the swing

Plus he pushed that red thing

I wanted to be like him so bad, wear the same shoes that he stepped in

Of course I need paper

I wanna ride the one-seater like Speed Racer

In the Jetta smokin a one sheet of the green acres

Listenin to bullshit music — thinkin how I’m gonna do this, uh

Uh, the temptation’s real

Even though we feel I’ve been here before, somebody help me

Lord, have mercy

It’s like the world we live in, was only designed for, somebody wealthy

But what about the rest of us?

What about the rest of us?

Screamin, «Somebody help me"(somebody help me)

But what about the rest of us?

It’s like the world we live in, was only designed for, somebody wealthy

(somebody wealthy)

Yeah yeah, yo

I’m from a place called the jungle where the livin' is rough

It had me low for a while now I’m pickin' it up

Holdin' the spot straight stickin' it rippin' it up

I dropped (99 Problems) switchin' and not givin' a fuck

So what you want?

Got your bitch nigga grippin' her butt

Around my dick, takin' pics nigga flickin' it up

My clique is what’s up, get buck if you want

You’ll end up dumped chump in a pond, lake, in a trunk of New York

There’s no duckin' me, the Bada$$, time for no fuckery

Won’t find a chick who got a dime or take a single buck from me

These hoes be lovin' me, I keep it so G

Respectin' where I be, nigga check your OG

My back flow will mirror your fat flows well here it go

My, visions is lineal when I’m rippin' the video

It’s a lyrical miracle when I enter your stereo

The rarest breeds sick like venereal diseases, uh

Dyin for nothin

Killin to live

Fightin for somethin

Too bad we don’t know what it is

What you think all of this cash for?

Tryna put stamps on my passport

Man I’m just schemin on new hoes

Already forgot 'bout my last broad

Cause