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For boy
I'm watchin' Freaks and with the trampoline on the floor
I'm pop the McLaren with the vertical doors nigga

Money, money, money, money, ain't the motive
your name again? Nobody knows it
Don't speak to me nigga, you not
I'm
They say I'm nutty, basket
Not short of a
A peanut butter, Watkin's a faggot
come and get me
Said I suck him at neck
a hickey, boy I'm sicky
Like a HIV victim, man nobody fuckin' me
I got banned from New Zealand, whitey called me
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I never fall, never
But you fucked up as a parent, your child idol's a
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run that shit
And fuck loud pack, and fuck your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the fuckin' album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just that nigga that was never 'round
Damn, to drop, gas em up, thick exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, dick is
We ain't lyin', we the truth, him Simba, beats his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put that cow on my level, cause I'm raisin' the stakes
Mom I made you a promise, no more section 8
When we ate its the steaks, now our section is
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas pass em a
Ye!

Why, why,
Why they like me?
Cause Nike lot of niggas checks
But I'm the only ever to check Nike

Richer than white people with black
than black people with ideas
Nobody can me where I'm headin'
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie at my wedding
They say I'm crazy but that's the best thing for me
You can't Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in of em
I believe you like a fat trainer a bite or somethin'
I wanna turn the to playgrounds
I dream't of 2Pac, he asked me "are you down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the free archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's when you get extra money
Every joke you tell be extra funny
I you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, break, nose extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still extra from me
Oxford want a full blown lecture me
And the Lexus pull up, like hop, I'd hopped out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
level, had a drink with fear, and I was textin' God
He "I gave you a big dick, so go extra hard"

For boy
I'm tryna pop the McLaren with the doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a trampoline in my

Two, Three,
Hold your horses
Niggas really fuckin' thought T lost it
Like I'm better at an auction exhausted
I been workin' while y'all smoke like broken exhaust tips
losers

Hold your ponies my homie
I whip your donkey by my lonely I eat pussy like
Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I knock 'em down, domino effect, no
I

This them boys, like them hot boys
For the nine, 9 and 2,000, but its the 2,000
When the one four and the one five, yo up Wayne
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go hard like before
Got too much drive, need ten lanes
is a broad and she give brain
That's that head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same year I was
That's that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga I
You gon' find one, cuz I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My trigger finger wise but my nine
finger blind so its fuck A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a ways to die son
I'm at a tramp on lean, make my eye jump
Use Adderall like clocks wake my high up
Steaks are high done and prime cut, eat up
I my rollie in her mouth, let the time come
She got hair like Shanaynay, and like Wonda
Oh my

them bitches ugly, these niggas colder than Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Parker be hittin' bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow stoppin' for Lionel
(Black ass nigga)
They be duckin' us niggas, out to Donald Sterling
Boy lets get a scrimmage, cut some niggas, I'll bring the Clippers
And a couple owners, that's kinda
You bring the nooses, and a trees
Where the grow, and get bodies burning
Cuz I'm tryna hang like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in
Or some niggas Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all the street like Erick Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf 'cause I don't fuck with me either
I'mma liar, I'mma

Son you need
But I he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm for the new Yeezys
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef zucchinis
I know, it gain, nor fame, nor tame
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Golf