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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & Rocky]
That's hot and
Don't say shit like
You gon' me from the top? Listen
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's Is that potato salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I keep a high waist and the belt
And got a belt the holster, I ain't playing games
But got lil' niggas who would do it, so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, tri-angle nose
Pause your life if you squares try to with my O's, whoa
So cut the like shit barbers
we really with 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 back pains, heavy like whipped cream
My clean, and they 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 got shit dreams, I'm alien
Got the gun with the big beam
to the money, my bitch green
No I don't sip lean, but ride around in 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 nigga I cop
And fill em some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
clothes I cop pieces
Couple with me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look sneakers
a couple packs, BasedGod in the speakers
Bass all in the
In the field like baseball, ball
Face wall when come
I don't rock Chanel, I channel
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel
at you, nah I ain't sneeze
But if niggas want 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
That dude, when I die they gotta make a
Bad attitude this ain't a purse it's a
Go to any nigga money up in my bracket
Then I think the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and
rapping?
I find it hard to find talent
I find it hard to find a challenge
I'm like Shabazz last acid hit, elaborate
Rap Lab's
Word to Kodak's Black's
Calldrops on the skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo
I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the ammo in the
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And based on my boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm the rocks
Who cast the first stone? it's me, fuck you thought?
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum niggas they could make a Garden Shed
But they sleeping on me man their arm is dead
I'm a wild boy, and you farmer bred born
You ain't animal, you are

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!