MH Cookout

Ayy, aw yeah
Yeah, aw yeah, yeah
Uh (That nigga Darold)

I grew up at the MH cookout
Killa Cam' had that pink range, Juelz with the jewels
Hopping out the caddy, with the big chains
Jae Millz and Vado had it on lock, and you know your bitch came
Daddy had the silver Benz wagon when we switched lanes
Unc' was back locked in the prison, sweeping the pan, flipping the chickens
We was on that preview house, building a vision, we was spitting
Mama still on 43rd, I was still in Catholic school
Unc' asking me for five dollars, this is what that crack'll do
I was young and getting shoes, boring shows, Pelle jacket
I would wear it, they would jack it way before they called us faggots
Way before "Niggas in Paris", way before the hits and chalice
Way before the Hit-Boy beats, way before A-S-A-P
Way before I met Rocky around the time I caught my first body
R.I.P. to [?], fuck cancer, that shit is real

Rest in peace T.D. (That nigga Darold)
That was my first ever, I love you (That nigga Darold)

See, I'm a real nigga from the hill
In the hall of flame of the Statue of Liberty
Supermodels, they wanna chill
And them ghetto girls, they can't get rid of me
Shoutout Kwasi Casey, had no money but he still fitted me
Had me fly when I shot my video
Y-3 fit, don't want cheerio
Get invited to the white party and the Super Bowl with Mike Rubin
Floor seats, talking to LeBron, diamond buss 'cause the lights stupid
Actresses in and out of my bed, I'm a alien but I'm type human
Cartier look like [?], but the people think it's a nice Cuban

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (That nigga Darold)
Hit-Boy, what up?
'Cause he had the motherfucking studio in his crib
A$AP niggas was fighting and shit, knocking down the pictures and shit
Hehe, we go back
Every time I walk in this niggas studio, I walk out with a hit
Whether it's me and Big Sean
Whether it's me and Nas
This what the fuck we do man
That nigga Darold