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BELOVED

Album cover art for "BELOVED" by A$AP Rocky

A$AP Rocky

BELOVED

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2026.

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[Verse] [?] everything like for the hell of it Niggas do the most when they irrelevant Blamin' A$AP when we were never friends Slap a nigga, then he want a settlement Talkin' to the cops and givin' evidence Girls still callin' me for sex and shit Prayin' on my downfall, my success and shit That's the disrespectful shit I drain How come you always pressin' on some peasant shit? Nigga, I be present, I be flеxin' when it's decimate [Chorus] On thе ledge, somethin' on your chest Told you, "Get it off your head" She yellin' on her best, baby, "Those is [?]" Eyes bloody red, messages to your ex Tell a nigga, "If I want 'em left, you'd be dead" [Verse] F to the izza, my neck on blizzard I don’t do sit-ups, I just fuck shit up Your bitch like, "Wassup?" My trunk like pick-up My last trunk bigger, my friends do stick-ups Now see, I really can't decide how I'ma pick a sideI ain't on Cole, I ain't on Drake, I ain't on Kendrick's sideI choose homicide, they gon' see a different side [?] side Step back, money fresh [?] Cookin' class, young Based God with the chef hat Baddies in the [?] with your swag, with your [?] mask Back, niggas want the spot and the chains on my back [Chorus] Baby momma fed, get between the ledge Bring you to the edge of the bed, I'm the best Eyes bloody red, gorilla to the head Better then my meds, always keep me on edge [Verse] Me and my bae don't let no fuckin' problems come between us Me and my baby mom ain't let no condoms come between us We speakin' on [?] Aquafinas I meditate and exercise and get those [?] figures Any, don't be rainin', don't be cryin', that's a sign of weakness You lost it all, now I got it, nigga, finder's keepers Back, won't settle for no less so that's twice the respect Niggas want me popped and the chains on my neck [Chorus] Baby momma fed, get between the ledge [?] Bring you to the edge of the bed, I'm the best Eyes bloody red, gorilla to the head Better bring your meds, always keep 'em on the edge Lay you on the spread, [?] on my head If your ex nigga want beef, he'll be dead Eyes bloody red, gorilla to the head Better bring your meds, it's respect—

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