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[Intro: the Creator]
Yo, now you gon' start me from the top?
out Harlem, man
Shout out Rocky, man
in the building, man
What's good? Is that salad?
Yo,

[Verse 1: the Creator]
Niggas give me the cold shoulder, I can for myself
So I keep a high and alligator the belt
And got a belt with the holster, I ain't playing
But got some lil' niggas who do it so I pass the controller
You get pressed and X out, your nose
Pause your life if you squares try to mess with my O's,
So cut the like shit barbers
Cause we really the beef like closeted gay fathers
we get dollars, give 'em to Ben Baller
Exchange for them that's all shiny with thick water
I got back pains, neck heavy like cream
My clean, and they all white, I whip cream
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 got shit dreams
I'm alien, got the gun with the big beam
Married to the money, my bitch
No I sip lean, but ride around in rockets like Yao Ming
Y'all weak
They I was goofy and all mouses
Double C my and fill them with Comme blouses
Y'all cop kush, my nigga I cop
And fill em with some Leo DiCap's and Cole Sprouses, nigga
Where we? Rocky,
GOLF, boy, we at? Nigga in Pari'

2: A$AP Rocky]
Fuck clothes, I cop
Couple thots me and them hoes is like divas
Got my Vans on but they look sneakers
Flipped a couple packs, BasedGod in the
all in the speakers
In the field like baseball, play ball, face wall when polices
I rock Chanel, I rock channel
And no this ain't a purse, it's a (At you)
Bless, at you, nah I ain't
But if niggas want or smoke, bet I match you
Got a bullet with name on the barrel
If don't clip, you get nip like it's cat food
That dude, when I die, gotta make a statue
Bad attitude, this ain't a purse, a satchel
Go to any nigga with up in my bracket
Then I think about the of rapping
All the freshmens in the
All the seniors mumblin' and ramblin'
Mumblin and rappin', mumble
I find it hard to find talent
I find it hard to find an challenge
I'm Shabazz Palace's last acid hit, elaborate
Rap lab's labyrinth, to Kodak's Black's Lazarus
"Calldrops" on the album

[Verse 3: the Creator]
Ayo, I'm the that you watch, I'm the ammo in the Glock
Weird nigga, suit with the sandals and the socks, stop
And on my neck boy
You would think I hate glass homes way I'm the rocks
Who cast the first stone? Bitch it's me, you thought?
Real nigga, I ain't got a flannel as the top
And I'm picking up guitar, strum
Bum niggas wish they could make a garden
But they sleeping on me man like their arm is
I'm a nigga boy and you farmer bred, born
You animal, you are, corn, hahah, yeah!

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