A$AP Ferg & DJ Premier – Our Streets (On TRL) (Live)

Rest in peace Guru, nobody can fuck with he
It’s me, the F-E-R to the fuckin’ G
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)

Done went to Africa, talked to the have-nots
all Mexican My demographic in L.A.
Done created a dream world, slept with my dream girl
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Turn the music back up

We on a new level with the C-notes
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Check it, check it, check it
Because the fake win when y’all know what the truth is
Pull up, pull up, pull up
My generation’s stuck on stupid
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
A$AP
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
[Outro: A$AP Ferg]
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
Brought mama that new house, diamonds and mean pearls
I’m from where kids hustled on the block and rolled cee-lo
Pull up, pull up, pull up
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
Turn the music back up
What up, what up?
Preemo put the soul in it, I make the track hot
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
This beat hot, I could catch a tan
Now he gettin’ right and our pockets lookin’ chicho
Sometimes I feel like I’m about to lose it
You rappers is coocoo, better wake up out your fuckin’ dreams
Turn the music back up
[Verse 1: A$AP Ferg]
So every time I get a chance, I’ma bless the fam
Couple models gettin’ lit, they the best in France

[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Let’s go
Coulda had ’em underground, he was livin’ life illegal
Pull up, pull up, pull up
And this thing forever got the game in a padlock

Turn the music back up
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
Pull up, pull up, pull up
[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
Ferg, Ferg
Donated some uniforms, teach ’em how to have guap
I love my supporters, they keep the check in hand
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Check it, check it, check it
A$AP (Honorable C.N.O.T.E.)
T-Nice with me week to week though
[Chorus: DJ Premier & A$AP Ferg]
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
I got with Preemo, I’m just pressin’ the cheat code
For a couple kilos
(See this is Harlem, these our streets)
Check it, check it, check it
Don’t wanna go to the club, I’m tired of them trap spots
Got Leonardo dough, catch me if you can
Check it, check it, check it
Life was different when they got him for that R.I.C.O
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?
Turn the music back up
We had to kill Beijing and next Japan, man
Sippin’ cappuccino on a jet to Cannes
Check it, check it, check it
I just want somethin’ real, I’m tired of the ass shots
My bars is Gang Starr, nobody can fuck with me

Showin’ guns on the ‘Gram, but no one use it
And niggas stay strapped like Girbauds
Yo what up, neph’, neph’?