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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP
That's hot and
Don't say shit that
You gon' start me from the top?
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 waist and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I playing games
But got some lil' who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get and X out, tri-angle your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess my O's, whoa
So cut the crap shit barbers
'Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny with water
I got pains, neck heavy like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip cream and cop
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got dreams, I'm alien
Got the laser gun with the big
Married to the money, my bitch
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They thought I was goofy and all
Double C my luggage and fill with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses,
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, boy, where we at, nigga in Pari'

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and 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 baseball, play ball
Face when polices come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no this a purse, it's a satchel
at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas steam or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with name 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 this a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the freshmans in the
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin'
Mumble
I find it to find actual talent
I find it hard to find a actual
I'm like Shabazz Palace's acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's
to Kodak's Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the skits

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo
I'm the that 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 way I'm handling the rocks
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 wish they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man their arm is dead
I'm a wild nigga boy, and you bred born
You animal, you are corn

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!