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

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

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

Richer than white people with black
Scarier than black with ideas
Nobody can tell me where I'm
But I feel like Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my
They say I'm crazy but the best thing going for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a mistakes, but I'm successful in spite of em
I believe you like a fat trainer takin' a bite or
I turn the tanks 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 told their white daughters don't bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the and the beacon, you can ask the deacon
It's funny when you get extra
Every joke you tell just be extra
I you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, extra runny
And I gave you all I got, you still want extra 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 be stuck
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 with the vertical doors
I'm watchin' Freaks and Geeks got a in my room

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

Hold fuckin' ponies my homie
I whip your by my lonely I eat pussy like Shoney's
Tunechi, homie, master of ceremonies
I 'em down, domino effect, no pepperoni
I

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

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

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

Son you need
But I he left sunset, to go on tour with Yeezus, well
I'm prayin' for the new
And you pussies prayin' that we squash the beef like
I know, it ain't gain, nor fame, nor
Or lame, nor

Nah faggot its Golf