[Intro]
Yo, Seattle to Seoul
Ok, ha, yeah

[Verse 1]
I be like I don't pop molly or rock TOM FORD
Fresh t, fresh jeans, and some jordans on
New car, new crib yeah i'll sign for it
Drama trying to chase me i ain't got time for it
Fuck the politics
Fuck all the bull shit kiss assing and dick polishing
Venom, fire, rawness lets mix all of 'em
Thats what my bars made up of said this mixologist, yeah
Lets base it on the talent so hot these motha fuckin record
Labels couldn't manage
So AOMG was born, we seeing the word on tour this industry is a fraud get ready for the madness, yeah
Everybody wanna favor
Thеy wanna get to the top without any labor
They gunnin for my spot takе a shot no chaser
I ain't signing no papers, unless I'm getting paper
So i be caking like i'm backing
Game consoles broke man no mo' playing
Liam neeson this game man this bitch taken
Under hostage no room for negotiation
Trying to play me cause i'm a nice guy?
Bye bye i'm here to reek havoc now eat this cyanide
Give u this kung pao no chicken and no fried rice
Yo bitch stick to my skin i call her dry ice
O0o0o it hurt don't it? short asian kid getting everything u wanted
Haters gon hate, reason i flaunt it
AOMG fuck with us u know we got it AMEN, woah
[Outro]
Yeah, you know what it is, ha
GRAY on the beat, boy
I be like I wanna rap mo' but i gotta make dough
So for right now this all i got time for
I wanna rap mo' but i gotta make dough
So for right now this all i got time for, what