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[Intro: Tyler the Creator & A$AP
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 good? Is that salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
give me the cold 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 pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your if you squares try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap shit barbers
'Cause we really with the beef like closeted gay
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them chains that's all shiny thick water
I got back pains, neck like whipped cream
My whip clean, and they all white, I whip
And cop boys, and I joy stick, I whip and cop cribs
I got space than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got shit dreams, I'm
Got the laser gun the big beam
Married to the money, my green
No I don't sip lean, but ride in rockets like Yao Ming
niggas weak
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my luggage and fill them with blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses,
we, Rocky, A$AP, GOLF boy, where we at, nigga in Pari'

[Verse 2: A$AP
Fuck I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like
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 when polices come
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a
Bless at you, nah I ain't
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
That dude, when I die gotta make a statue
Bad this ain't a purse it's a satchel
Go to any nigga with money up in my
Then I about the state of rapping
All the in the classes
All the super mumblin' and ramblin'
and rappin'
Mumble
I find it hard to actual talent
I find it hard to find a challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap labyrinth
Word to Black's Lazaruth
Calldrops on the skits

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

[Outro: Tyler the
K shiz, up nigga!