Lord – Song and Lyrics by A$AP Ferg


Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Lord’ by A$AP Ferg. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Ferg or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.

I ain’t never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it wasn’t sour
Hit a double drum chant getting louder (chant getting louder)
Mulan bitch wanna f*ck for an hour
Start sucking dick bitch enough of the powder
Come f*ck with this bougie nigga
Come f*ck with this bougie nigga
High fashion Ksubi nigga
You f*ck with them booty niggas
‘Cause you f*ck with them booty niggas
Now Fergie all up in your groupie nigga
Reincarnation of Master Fard
Elijah Muhammad reside in my heart
Diss and I’ll blow, and shouts from Allah
Knowledge was born with science young lord
Trippin’ yourself is no valish young lord
Study your scriptures and follow your God
Life in the trap I know times will get hard
I’ll pick up your life just abide by the lord
Or ride by the lord

Abide by the lord
Abide by the lord

You bout to get it from a general
I don’t know if they can hear me though
Don’t you niggas ever bother trying to see me I’m a criminal
Oh lord once he’s in the sight of the scope
I’ma let em have it, take em for a ride, damn he wants to make me set it off
I’ma bury you muthafuckas without a coffin
Never taking no shorts we never taking no losses
When your dealing with my crew, A$AP Bone yeah we bosses
Anybody with a bone to pick
Im gonna level my charge I’m damn sure to make it stick
You must be looking to suffer well I’ma make it quick
Gotta train, roll the ish that’ll make ya sick
Im here to wipe em out quicker than a pandemic
Bone came original now they get me can you dig it
Hell yeah they can dig it while I’m sitting on my throne
Steady laughing at you niggas trying to get it, get it, get it

Man I’m running till the end of this
And I don’t give a f*ck if I was 86’d
A muthafucka play me like I’m Canibus
Im ready for the battle like a Pagan is
Im never gonna take it in and nobody can break it in
As-salamu alaykum for the bacon
And a little bit of coke I put the cake in and it’s certified dope
Having anything to do with it we selling
Every rock that they can smoke so let’s take a toke and Imma rake it in
Pillsbury the dough, to the dome, like I’m seeking through the soul
Like I’m peeking through the soul
But I’m reekin like our reefer, rather keep up with her, go
Straight to the dro
Creepin’ on em, peeping on em, leave em in the zone
They don’t even really know
Looking on em, keeping on em, taking every foe
For the love of the money B gotta reap in what I sow
But I keep it what I know
For the ending of the row gotta go will I go
When I get it Imma know to follow my known foe
My caliber lock and load alabaster box when I cock and I crow
Gotta Glock and I’m Bone Thug where you wanna flow
To the clock and the time zone
Spirit gon fly all y’all niggas dead to the life force cyclones
Right now when they hydro while what about the well known Cairo

Got em stuck in the grave
Im on the grind full time never rest to get paid
A little hustlin’ muthafucka put the brush to the face
I Cut the braids, hit the stage now they looking amazed
I went from cookin the yay to hundred thousand dollar shows
Gotta bookin’ today and ima split it with my bros
Gotta get it how we go come meet me with the pros
Now I’m never gonna fold, watch the bank account grow
If it ain’t about dough then it ain’t about jack
And I’ma take it like i want it i ain’t giving it back
I get us in with a stack and then i get on attack
Im like the tasmanian devil nigga bigger than Shaq
Call the reaper get the shovel I’m a certified rebel in a league of my own
And that’s a whole nother level, nothing’s free
I never settle keep the pedal to the metal
When them haters in my rear view, hello hello

Burn, baby let it burn
Now it’s my turn
I get in a nigga’s system like a hundred viles of sherm
Then I kill em with 2 thousand words in 2 minutes
You never heard another nigga spit it like my niggas
Yeah, you heard em try to get with it
But couldn’t get it quicker than the realest
Man they think they can deal with this
And knock me out my rhythm, but I’m never gonna be the fuckin’ victim
‘Cause I’d rather be the suspect
Haven’t I given them enough yet
Can’t they understand they ain’t dealing with a punk bitch
One quick move and it’s murder
And I’m a serve a nigga exactly what he deserving
A$AP, but wait a minute
I’m probably one of the sickest niggas that ever did it
I’m in it cause I’m a win it
I’m a muthufuckin’ lyrical tyrant
Pivotal giant of this shit
And I do way more, just twist the words
You better listen and observe, how I rip the verb
Niggas get the nerve to run up on me, but my shits superb
I’ll probably hit a nigga once before he hit the curb
So get at me, I’m kinda trigger happy
When it come to shootin’ my gift
I’m like a 44 magnum, Stag one
Backin’ em up, body bag full of niggas
Wack raps, that’s wack, so I’m stackin’ em up
Kray Jack in the cut, still got a little bit of murda for em
Murderous poet, I create a bloody murda poem
So when they run up on me nigga be ready to show em
Redrum redrum redrum rum rum

Yo, before this project
We’d like to thank the most high
On behalf of the A$AP Mob, Bone Thug and, all in attendance
Knowing that all things belong to those
For the cleanliness and the power the first in the nation
To prove who they are
Through infinity, through eternity, through time span
Standing one man, if you hold my hand, hold my hand
(Make sure its a hand)
With all things around me I will never win
I won’t win with angels
I won’t win with the brothers
I won’t win with Rome
I won’t win with Sodom and Egypt
(I keep corpse close to my home)
Let us roll tell them why we did what we did, if we did
In Jesus name, Amen