MH Cookout A$AP Ferg

[Intro]
Ayy, aw yeah
Yeah, aw yeah, yeah
Uh (That nigga Darold)

[Verse 1]
I grew up at the MH cookout
Killa Cam' had that pink range, Juelz with the jewels
Hoppin' 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, sweepin' the pan, flippin' the chickens
We was on that preview house, buildin' a vision, we was spittin'
Mama still on 43rd, I was still in Catholic school
Unc' askin' 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

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