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[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now 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,

1: Tyler the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can speak for
So I keep a waist and alligator 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 your
Pause your life if you try to mess with my O's, whoa
So cut the crap shit barbers
we really with the beef like closeted gay fathers
Nigga we get dollars, give 'em to Ben
Exchange for chains that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck like whipped cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
And cop boys and I joy stick, I cream and cop cribs
I got more than big jeans, y'all sleeping on me
Explain why they got dreams
I'm alien, got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
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 them with Comme blouses
cop kush, my nigga I cop houses
And fill em with some Leo and some Cole Sprouses, nigga
we? Rocky, A$AP
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

[Verse 2: Rocky]
clothes, I cop pieces
Couple thots with me and them hoes is like
Got my Vans on but look like sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices
I don't Chanel, I rock channel
And no ain't a purse, it's a satchel (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I sneeze
But if niggas want steam or smoke, bet I you
Got a with your name on the barrel
If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, they 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 about the state of
All the freshmens in the
All the super seniors and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', rapping?
I it hard to find actual talent
I find it hard to an actual challenge
I'm like Shabazz Palace's last hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, word to Kodak's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the skits

[Verse 3: Tyler the
Ayo, I'm the channel that you watch, I'm the in the Glock
Weird nigga, full suit with the sandals and the socks,
And based on my boy
You would I hate glass homes way I'm handling the rocks
Who cast the first Bitch it's me, fuck you thought?
grunge nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm up guitar, strum nigga
Bum niggas wish they could make a shed
But they sleeping on me man their arm is dead
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

Tyler the Creator]
K shiz, up nigga!