Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Tony Tone’ by A$AP Rocky. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of A$AP Rocky or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
Uh
My mic sounds nice, check one (wo wo wo)
My mic sounds nice, check two (uh-huh yeah-yeah)
Testing, one, two, one, two
Let’s go
Uh, huh, uh, huh
Let’s go
Yeah, yeah
Let’s go
My mic sounds nice, check one
My mic sounds nice, check two (testing, testing)
Stone-stone when I’m in my zoney zone
Smokin’ on the homegrown
Feeling like I’m all alone
Used to go to Kingdom, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem!)
Listenin’ to Bone Bone, feelin’s in my bone bone
I can tell if- I could give a f*ck about a list, ya heard? (ya heard?)
I could give a f*ck about a diss, ya heard? (ya heard?)
I could give a f*ck about your clique, ya heard? (ya heard?)
Shut the f*ck up ‘fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? (ya heard?)
Shut the f*ck up
My mama named me
My papa gave me cock to take a piss with
To f*ck ya bitch with
Life is different for me, for instance
For the type of niggas sprays jizz in some chicks
He wouldn’t raise his kids with
That type of twisted shit
Come on, man
What you say nigga?
Times out
Let’s start over with this conversation
You sound super crazy right now and I got my two kids listenin’
I’m just playing
You said what
I said I’m just playing
Uh-uh nigga you got me fucked up
Shut the f*ck up
I could give a f*ck about a list, ya heard? (ya heard?)
I could give a f*ck about a diss, ya heard? (ya heard?)
I could give a f*ck about your clique, ya heard? (ya heard?)
Shut the f*ck up ‘fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? (ya heard?)
Shut the f*ck up
People think I’m an asshole, I say anything (c’mon)
Truthfully, I just say what I really think
Like I’m too fresh, man, to be you’re under-class-man (too fresh)
Would say “suck my dick” but that’s sexual harassment, take that (let’s go)
F*ck around and Willy come through in the Merc’ on ya (come on)
Who else you know design ya stage and do your merch over (come on)
And if you lame do your verse over (yeah)
I changed the game like I’m Kurt Warner (yeah)
I run the game (keep goin’) like I’m Time Warner (yeah)
This ain’t no Teen Choice Awards (keep goin’) I’m slide on ya (yeah)
And make your home for mama’s fried roasting
And lean and beans, tomatoes, potatoes
And keys, and grams, just me and Yams (yeah, come on)
See me rest in peace
Pickin’ off the last collard greens
Fresh supply the beat
Now we sellin’ out the colosseum
For the dynasty
Tell ’em whores who got it lock and got the key
You proud to see, behind the scenes or in the streets
Peep my repertoire, Uptown, Esplanade
Eleanor, grew ham, niggas goin’ too ham
AK, Jackie Rob
East Eleven, ninety-nine
Lennox Ave, VLONE
East side Wayne Stone (uptown)
Stone-stone when I’m in my zoney zone
Smokin’ on the homegrown
Feeling like I’m all alone
Used to go to Kingdom, Rucker Park with Tony Tone (Harlem!)
Listenin’ to Bone Bone, feelin’s in my bone bone
I can tell if- I could give a f*ck about a list, ya heard? (ya heard?)
I could give a f*ck about a diss, ya heard? (ya heard?)
I could give a f*ck about your clique, ya heard? (ya heard?)
Shut the f*ck up ‘fore I rock your bitch, ya heard? (ya heard?)
Ayo, we don’t give a f*ck about none of that shit
This is Harlem motherfuckers (yeah yeah)
F*ck you think (uptown nigga)
Mob, A$AP, same gang
Tone Rock
Harlem