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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, money the motive
What's name again? Nobody knows it
speak to me nigga, you not important
I'm
say I'm nutty, picnic basket
Not of a sandwich
A peanut butter, Boyce Watkin's a
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 New Zealand, whitey called me demon
And a terrorist, God dammit I believe it
Ban a kid from the country, I fall, never timber
But you up as a parent, your child idol's a nigger
I clearly don't give a fuck, say you could run shit back
And fuck your loud pack, and your Snapchat
Cherry Bomb, the greatest album since the days of sound
And that shit gon' pop just like that nigga was never 'round
Damn, bout to drop, gas em up, exhaust
Young T, came quick, hard to beat, is soft
We ain't lyin', we the truth, call him Simba, his hooves
Tyler the Creator sweatin' juice
Put fuckin' 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 is great
Cause that's the level I'm at, my niggas em a plate
Ye!

Why, why,
Why don't they me?
Cause Nike gave lot of niggas
But I'm the only ever to check Nike

Richer than white people black kids
Scarier than black people with
Nobody can tell me I'm headin'
But I feel Michael Jordan, Scottie Pippen at my wedding
say I'm crazy but that's the best thing going for me
You Lynch Marshawn, and Tom Brady throwin' to me
I made a million mistakes, but I'm successful in 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 me "are you still down?"
"Yeah my nigga", on, its on, its on, its on
I know they told their white don't bring home Jerome
I am the nigga archetype
I am the light and the beacon, you can ask the
It's funny you get extra money
joke you tell just be extra funny
I you can even dress extra bummy
Cocaine, bathroom break, nose extra
And I gave you all I got, you still want from me
want a full blown lecture from me
And the Lexus pull up, skrrtt like hop, I'd out, wassup
Erg erg erg, step back, hold up, my leg'll be
up
I studied the proportions, emotions out of Autobahn
Speed level, had a drink with fear, and I was God
He said "I gave you a big dick, so go hard"

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

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

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

them golf 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 what up
(What up Slime, go hard)
Yeah, I'mma go like before Cain
Got too drive, need like ten lanes
Life is a and she give brain
That's road head, that's a dream car
Got a four ten, of that same I was born
that one nine nine one, 'nother nigga like I
You gon' one, cuz nigga I'm a god, a divine one, Tune

My finger wise but my nine dumb
Middle finger blind so its A-N-Y one
Fuck, skate and die son, a 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 well done 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 niggas colder Tommy buddy
Ye we hittin' models like Tony Parker be bottles
Bitch I'm goin' harder than yellow cabby stoppin' for
(Black ass nigga)
They be us niggas, shout 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 couple
Where the money grow, and get burning
Cuz I'm tryna like I'm Mr. Cooper or Jews in Berlin
Or some from Alabama, Birmingham
I need music all over the street like Sermon
Was, fuck us, maybe we should up
Anti Golf boys 'cause I don't with me either
I'mma liar, faggot

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

Nah faggot its Golf