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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP
That's hot and
say shit like that
You gon' me from the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that potato
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the shoulder, I can speak for myself
So I keep a high waist and the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't games
But got some lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle your
Pause your life if you squares try to with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap like shit
'Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck like whipped cream
My whip clean, and all white, I whip cream
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got more space than big jeans, sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm
Got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all niggas
They thought I was and all mouses
Double C my luggage and them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, boy, where we at, nigga in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck I cop pieces
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, in the speakers
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, ball
Face wall when polices
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this ain't a purse, a satchel
Bless at you, nah I ain't
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with your on the barrel
If hollows don't clip, you get nip it's catfood
dude, when I die they gotta make a statue
Bad attitude ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any with money up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super seniors mumblin' and
Mumblin and
rapping?
I find it to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a challenge
I'm like Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth
Word to Black's Lazaruth
on the album skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo
I'm the channel you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, full with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm handling the
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, fuck you
Real grunge nigga, I got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a Shed
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you farmer bred
You animal, you are corn

[Outro: the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!