A$AP Rocky – Hun43rd Lyrics

Hun43rd

A$AP Rocky

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"Hun43rd." - A$AP Rocky

Friday, 23 October 2026, 06:21 pm

Album: TESTING

Track No: 12

Grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
Yeah, uh-huh
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
All year long, bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome
Pay the ho my dues, I brought my own funds
When it's time to war, I brought my own gun
Difference is I'm ghetto, but I'm wholesome
****'s say I switched up like I'm on somethin'
Why you always treat me like I owe some?
Truthfully, you only wanna hold some
Whip it like I've been a slave
Bucking from the twelve like I've been afraid
Hold up, roll up, burn out couple minutes saved
Kept a pre-paid on my hip them days
143rd in front of Minisink
Cam'ron had us wearing pink
From the cradle to the grave
Put in work, hustled 'round the corner where my nana stay
Couldn't work, open up shop in front the corner store
Make 'em renovate, where the killer stand
Fuck a lemonade, but they cook it by the Minute Maid
Couple **** hate, but the best form of flattery is
When you imi-, when you imitate, aye
Tell me how it's gonna be
Tell me how it's gonna, how it's gonna be
Tell me how it's gonna be
How it's gonna, tell me how it's gonna be
I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store
Tell me how it's gonna be
I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave, busy gettin' paid, **** don't shade
Tell me how it's gonna be
Now I'ma have it
With my back against the wall
****, I'ma ball
Show you how to mob, got it with the squad (Yeah)
Never had a job, but I kept a broad
When I went in Saks, went and copped it all
My cougars had me lit
Kept a PYT
Your mama on my dick
Prettier than a bitch
And I'm overseas
And I had to ball, seein' overseas hoes
Really litty lit
Uh, we ain't counterfeit like we have face tats
How you name go when, where your hoes?
Why your chain don't spin?
Light them up, really like 'em all
**** like it all, **** like it
Tell her, "Get like me"
Get like me
Tell me how it's gonna be
Tell me how it's gonna, how it's gonna be
Get like me
Tell me how it's gonna be
Like me, tell me how it's gonna be
I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store
Tell me how it's gonna be
I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave, busy gettin' paid
Tell me how it's gonna be
**** don't shade, ****, I'ma have it–
Ball, ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball
Bow, wow, bow, wow
Ball, ****, ball
Ball, ****, ball (Shoot)
Ball (Pew)
Young ****

Writer(s): Rakim Mayers, Devonté Hynes, Hector Delgado, 2Pac, Tyruss Himes, Maurice Shakur, Diron Rivers & Walter Burns.

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